Текст песни The Jimi Hendrix Experience - All Along the Watch Tower

"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.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
Plowmen dig my earth,
None will level on the line,
Nobody offered his word, hey"

"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,
Princess kept the view,
While all the women came and went,
Barefoot servants too.
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching,
The wind began to howl.