All Along The Watchtower
Bob Dylan

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There must be some way out of here
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Said the joker to the thief
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There's too much confusion
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I can't get no relief
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Businessmen, they drink my wine
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Plowmen dig my earth
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None of them along the line 
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Know what any of it is worth

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Am        G        F      G
No reason to get excited
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The thief, he kindly spoke
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There are many here among us
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Who feel that life is but a joke
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But you and I, we've been through that
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And this is not our fate
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So let us not talk falsely now
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The hour is getting late

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All along the watchtower
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Princes kept the view
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While all the women came and went
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Barefoot servants, too
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Outside in the distance
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A wildcat he did growl
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Two riders were approaching
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And the wind began to howl