Original Lyrics and Music by Bob Dylan (from www.dmbml.com)

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Business men they
Drink my wine
Oh, and the plowmen dig my herb
None of them along the line
Know what any of it's worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There aren't many here among us
That feel that life is but a joke (ha, ha, ha...)

But you and I we've been through that, oh
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 their view
While all the women, all the women, all the women, came and they went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl, la la la
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Yeah...

All Along the Watchtower
The princes kept their view, oh
While all the women came and they went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl, la la la
Two riders were approaching
The wind begins to... howl.

The money safe
The thief he take
The money safe
The thief he take

No reason to get excited

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