All Along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan
    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
    Business men 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
    Princess 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


    Marco Giunco
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