All Along the Watchtower (Live) - Neil Young

Written by：B. Dylan/Don DeVito/Steve Berkowitz

There must be some way out of here

The joker said to the thief

There's too much confusion

I can't get no relief

Businessmen they drink

My wine

Plowmen dig my earth

But none of them anywhere along in line

Know what any of

It is worth

No reason to get excited

The thief is softly spoke

That 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 the view

While all the women

It came and went

Barefoot servants too

Outside in the distance

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

The wind begin to howl

All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While all the women

It came and went

Barefoot servants too

All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower