Jimi Hendrix - Freedom: Atlanta Pop Festival (Live)

All Along the Watchtower - Live

There must be some kind of way out of here
As I was saying

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I just can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen 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 stop talking falsely 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, hey

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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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