Am G F There must be some kind of way out of here Am G F Said the joker to the thief Am G F Thereʼs too much confusion Am G F I canʼt get no relief Am G F Business men they drink my wine Am G F Plowmen dig my earth Am G F No one would ever compromise Am G F No one of this world Am G F No reason to get excited Am G F The thief he kindly spoke Am G F There are many here among us Am G F Who feel that life is but a joke Am G F But you and I weʼve been through that Am G F And this is not our place Am G F So let us stop talking falsely now Am G F The hourʼs getting late Am G F All along the watchtower Am G F Princes kept the view Am G F While all the women came and went Am G F Barefoot servants too Am G F Outside in the cold distance Am G F A wildcat did growl Am G F Two riders were approaching Am G F And the wind began to howl Am G F All along the watchtower Am G F All along the watchtower Am G F All along the watchtower
