Lyrics for all time — All Along the Watchtower

Here’s why Bob Dylan won the Nobel for literature — a throwaway poem/song that could be turned into a classic

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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
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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
Businessmen there drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
No one will ever own the mine
Nobody up in this world
Hey
 
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 stop talking 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
While outside in the distance
A wildcat did prowl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind begin to howl
Hey
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
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