(Verse 1)
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief

(Verse 2)
Businessmen, they come and drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of us here out on the line
None of us know what it's worth, we don't know what it's worth

(Verse 3)
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spokе
There are too many hеre among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through it
And this is not a phase, oh no
So let us not fall falsely now
The hour, is getting late oh it's getting late

(Outro)
All along the watchtower
Princess, she kept the view
All the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
And outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind, began to howl
To howl
All along, the watchtower
All along (x7)
(Pause)
All along (x3)
The watchtower
All along
All along