All Along The Watchtower                    Rukind-tab
(Bob Dylan)                                                      Deadstein

"There must be some kinda way out of here", said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, Plow men dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of 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 our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

All along the watchtower, princes kept their view.
While other women came and went, barefoot servants, too

Outside in the cold distance, a wild cat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.