אין גירסה קלה
| Am G F G Am |
| There must be some kind of way out of here |
| Am G F G Am |
| Said the joker to the thief |
| Am G F G Am |
| There's too much confusion |
| Am G F G Am |
| I can't get no relief |
| Am G F G Am |
| Buisness men they drink my wine |
| Am G F G Am |
| Plowmen dig my earth |
| Am G F G Am |
| None would ever compromise |
| Am G F G Am |
| Nobody of this world |
| Am G F G Am |
| No reason to get excited |
| Am G F G Am |
| The thief he kindly spoke |
| Am G F G Am |
| There are many here among us |
| Am G F G Am |
| Who feel that life is but a joke |
| Am G F G Am |
| But you and I we've been through that |
| Am G F G Am |
| And this is not our place |
| Am G F G Am |
| So let us stop talking falsely now |
| Am G F G Am |
| The hour's getting late |
| All along the watchtower |
| Princess kept the view |
| While all the women came and went |
| Barefoot servants too |
| Outside in the cold distance |
| A wildcat did growl |
| Two riders were approaching |
| And the wind began to howl |
| Bridge: |
| Am Am Am Am x2 |
| All along the watchtower |
| All along the watchtower |
| All along the watchtower |
| Ending: |
| Am Am Am Am x2 |
