All Along the Watchtower (From acoustic Show 1992) Songtext
von John Mellencamp

"There must be some kinda way outta here"
Said the joker to the thief
"There′s too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
Nobody of it along the line
Nobody offered his worth"


"No reason to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here amongst 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's getting late"

All along the watchtower
Princes kept their view
Of all the women that came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl