All Along The Watchtower

U2

originally written by Bob Dylan

"There must be some way out of here"
said the joker to the thief
"there's too much confusion here,
I can get no relief
businessmen, they drink my wine
plowmen dig my earth
none of them know along the line
what any of it is worth"

"no reason to get excited"
the thief, he kindly spoke,
"there are many among us who think that life is but a joke
but you and I, we've been through that
and that is not our fate
so let us not talk falsely now
because the hour is getting late"

All along the watchtower
princes kept the view
while all the women came and went
barefoot servants, too

all I got is a red guitar
three chords, and the truth
all I got is a red guitar
the rest is up to you

"there's no reason to get excited"
the thief, he kindly spoke,
"there are some among us who say that life is just a joke
but you and I, we've been through that
and that is not our fate, at least today
so let us not talk falsely now
because the hour is getting late, late, yeah"

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