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Barbara Keith
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All Along the Watchtower
'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.
Business men – they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody 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's getting late.'
All along the watchtower
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Princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare-foot servants too
Outside in the distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl.
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare-foot servants too
Outside in the distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl.
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