Paroles

BOB DYLAN

  • Paroles - All along the watchtower

    John Wesley Harding

    "There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
    "There's too much confusion", 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 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 that, and this is not our fate
    So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

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

    Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
    Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.