U2 - All Along The Watchtower Lyrics

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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

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lyrics submitted on 22-01-2005
lyrics corrected on 18-12-2005