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Recorded by "Jimi Hendrix" Written by: ©Bob Dylan Album: "Electric Ladyland" - 1968 There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the theif There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Business men they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None will level on the wine Nobody of it is worth No reason to get exited 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 talk falsely now The hour's getting late Hey All along the watchtower The princess kept the view While all the women came And went bare feet servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were aproaching And the wind began to howl Hey Oh All along the watchtower Hear you sing around the watch Gotta beware gotta beware I will yeah, Oh baby All along the watchtower |
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