Текстове на песни: U2. 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"
Yeah...

"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us
Who think 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
Because the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While horsemen came and went
Barefoot servants too

All I got is a red guitar
Three chords
And the truth
All I got is a red guitar
The rest is up to you

"There's no reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke.
"There are some among us here
Say that life is just a joke
You and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate (at least today)
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late"
Late...yeah...