Bob Dylan — All Along The Watchtower

Am                G    
There must be some kind of way out of here
            F    G 
Said the joker to the thief
Am                G     
There's too much confusion
             F    G 
I can't get no relief
Am                G    
Buisness men they drink my wine
             F    G 
Plowmen dig my earth
Am                G     
None would ever compromise
             F    G 
Nobody of this world
 
Am                G     
No reason to get excited
             F    G 
The thief he kindly spoke
Am                G     
There are many here among us
             F    G 
Who feel that life is but a joke
Am                G     
But you and I we've been through that
             F    G 
And this is not our place
Am                G     
So let us stop talking falsely now
             F    G 
The hour's getting late
 
Am                G     
All along the watchtower
             F    G 
Princess kept the view
Am                G     
While all the women came and went
             F    G 
Barefoot servants too
Am                G     
Outside in the cold distance
             F    G 
А wildcat did growl
Am                G     
Two riders were approaching
             F    G 
And the wind began to howl
 
Am                G  F G 
All along the watchtower
Am                G  F G 
All along the watchtower
Am                G  F G
All along the watchtower
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Other variant:
 
 
               Bm/A          G         A  Bm
 There must be some way out of here,
               Bm/A  G  A  Bm
 Said the joker to the thief