LyricsAll Along the Watchtower

Träd, Gräs och Stenar

Last update on: February 14, 2018
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#together against coronavirus

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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