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
Businessmen drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this 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 that is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While horsemen came and went
Barefoot servants too...
En zo is het.
Businessmen drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth
2 opmerkingen:
Niet deze Watchtower maar die andere Watchtower in brooklyn moet je in de gaten houden.
Mooie log.
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