All Along The Watchtower (U2)

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 know along the line What any of this is worth No reason to get excited The thief, he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who think that life is but a joke But 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 Princes kept the view While horsemen 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 There are 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... (yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh...) [until end]