Written by Bob Dylan
Sung by Jimi Hendrix
All Along The Watchtower
Bob Dylan
C#m B
A Thing
C#m B A Thing
There must be some way out of here
Said the Joker to the Thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen they drinks my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth.
*Solo* (Verse)
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late.
*Solo* (Verse)
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl...
*Solo* (Verse)
