paroles de chanson All Along the Watchtower (Live at Nippon Budokan Hall, Tokyo, Japan - February 28, 1978) - Bob Dylan

Hey, what's the name of this?

"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

Thank you

Thank you, thank you great man
You're a sweet audience
John, what's the audience
Or you want us to play all here tonight