All Along The Watchtower Lyrics - Chrissie Hynde

"There must be some kind of way out of here" 

Said a joker to the thief 

"There is too much confusion, I can't get no relief 

Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth 

None of them along the line, nobody up 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 have been through that and it is not our fate 

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour's getting late" 

All along the watchtower, princess 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