Album: X-Files: Episodes Songs Lyrics

All Along The Watchtower [Jimi Hendrix]

"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 cold distance

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl