Original Lyrics Written By Bob Dylan
There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the theif
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they
Drink my wine
There plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it's worth No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through all that, yes we have
And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
And All Along the Watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women all the women all the women came and went Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl, la la la
Two riders, two riders approaching
The wind began to howl
My money take
The thief is safe
My money take
The thief is safe
No reason to get excited