All Along the Watchtower

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