| Song | All Along The Watchtower |
| Artist | Jimi Hendrix |
| Album | All the Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| "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. | |
| Business men – they drink my wine | |
| Plowmen dig my earth | |
| None will level on the line | |
| Nobody 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's getting late." | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| Princess kept the view | |
| While all the women came | |
| And went bare-foot servants too | |
| Outside in the cold distance | |
| A wild cat did growl | |
| Two riders were approaching | |
| And the wind began to howl, hey. |
| " 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. | |
| Business men they drink my wine | |
| Plowmen dig my earth | |
| None will level on the line | |
| Nobody 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' s getting late." | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| Princess kept the view | |
| While all the women came | |
| And went barefoot servants too | |
| Outside in the cold distance | |
| A wild cat did growl | |
| Two riders were approaching | |
| And the wind began to howl, hey. |
| " 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. | |
| Business men they drink my wine | |
| Plowmen dig my earth | |
| None will level on the line | |
| Nobody 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' s getting late." | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| Princess kept the view | |
| While all the women came | |
| And went barefoot servants too | |
| Outside in the cold distance | |
| A wild cat did growl | |
| Two riders were approaching | |
| And the wind began to howl, hey. |