All Along The Watchtower

The Jimi Hendrix Experience



All Along the Watchtower


作词：Bob Dylan

'There must be some kind of way outta here'
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word

'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, but you and I, we've been through that


And this is not our fate
So, let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes 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

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower