Lyrics

"There must be some way out of here," said the seeker to the thief "There's too much confusion and I can't get no relief Businessmen drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line know any of its worth" "No reason to get excited," he spoke "You know there are many here who feel that life is a joke But you and I, we've been through that and this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely, for the hour is getting late" All along the watchtower the prince, he kept the view All his women came and went, all the foot servants too Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching and the wind began to howl All along the watchtower the prince, he kept the view All his women came and went, all the foot servants too Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching and the wind began to howl
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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