CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : All Along The Watchtower (Live at Brendan Byrne Arena, East Rutherford, NJ, April 1, 1988)

Must be some way out of here
Cried the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion here
I can't get no relief
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of 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 we've been through a lot
This is not our fate
Let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
Barefoot servants came and went
Little children too
Outside in the distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
[Instrumental]