All Along the Watchtower (Live at Nippon Budokan Hall, Tokyo, Japan - February/March 1978) Lyrics

Alright, that's Dave from Chicago
This is from the Mojave desert

"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"

Businessmen, 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 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 came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl