watchtow

    ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER

    Jimi Hendrix // Bob Dylan

    Am    G F (over and over)


    There must be some kinda way outa here,

    said the Joker to the thief.

    There's too much confusion,

    I can't get no relief.

    Business men they, drink my wine,

    Plowmen 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 think 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's getting late.


    (jam)


    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.  Hey!


    (jam)