Songtext von All Along The Watchtower

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Business men 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 fell 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 came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching The wind began to howl