All Along The Watchtower

U2

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Chords: C#m B A B

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion here, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of this is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many among us who feel that life is but a joke.
You and I, we've been through that, and that is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, because the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, prisoners kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

All I got is a red guitar, three chords, and the truth
All I got is a red guitar, the rest is up to you

"There's no reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"Some among us here say that life is just a joke.
You and I, we've been through that, and that is not our fate, at least today
So let us not talk falsely now, because the hour is getting late, late, late."