Original Lyrics Written By Bob Dylan
There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the theif
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they
Drink my wine
There plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it's worth
No reason to get excited
The theif he kindly spoke
There are many among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through all that, yes we have
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
And All Along the Watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women all the women all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl, la la la
Two riders, two riders approaching
The wind began to howl
The theif he take
My money take
The theif he take
My money take
Am I insane
Auf Wiedersehen
Am I insane
The theif is safe
No reason to get excited