All Along the Watchtower                                     barefoot servants, too.                    
(Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix)                                                                               
                                                                                                        
   (                    )x4                             Outside in the    distance                      
                                                        a wildcat did growl,                            
    "There must be some way    out of                   Two riders were a    pproaching,                
here,"         said the joker  to the                 and the   wind  began to howl.                    
  thief,          "There's too much                                                                     
 confusion,              I can't                                                                        
get no relief.                                         (solo over verse)                                
                                                                                                        
     Businessmen, they    drink my                    [chorus]                                          
wine,         plowmen dig my earth,                                                                     
             None of them a                                                                             
long the line        know what any of it                                                                
is worth."                                                                                              
                                                                                                        
    "No reason to get exc- ited,"                                                                       
      the thief, he kindly spoke,                                                                       
          "There are many here a-                                                                       
mong 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."                                                                                                  
                                                                                                        
[chorus]:                                                                                               
      All a long the    watchtower,                                                                     
           princes kept the view                                                                        
                While all the                                                                           
    women    came and went,