All Along The Watchtower Songtext / Lyric

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
Business men may drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None have leveled on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The theif 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 place
So let us not talk falsely
Cause the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
Well all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
But outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two writers were approaching
And the wind began to howl