All Along The Watchtower

The Jimi Hendrix Experience 

 

  

 

   All Along the Watchtower

 

 

  作词：Bob Dylan

  

  'There must be some kind of way outta here'

  Said the joker to the thief

  There's too much confusion

  I can't get no relief

  

  Businessmen, they drink my wine

  Plowman dig my earth

  None were level on the mind

  Nobody up at his word

  

  '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, but you and I, we've been through that

   

  

  And this is not our fate

  So, let us stop talkin' falsely now

  The hour's 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

  

  All along the watchtower

  All along the watchtower