Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief.
"There’s too much confusion here, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them know along the line what any of this 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 that 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 horsemen came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

Letra: Bob Dylan. John Wesley Harding (1968).
Música: Jimi Hendrix. Electric Ladyland (1968).
Grabación en directo. Isla de Wight (1970).