All Along the Watchtower · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни
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Вступление:
“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 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