All Along The Watchtower

Bob Dylan 1967

bekannt als Cover von Jimi Hendrix
 

There must be some kind a way out of here,
said the joker to the thief.
There's to much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my vine,
plowmen dig my earth.
None will level on the wine,
nobody or it is worth.

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 talk falsley now,
the hour is getting late.

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
and the wind began to howl.