Jimi Hendrix's version of Bob Dylan's "All Along the Watchtower" seems appropriate for these strange times. Dylan
said: "I liked Jimi Hendrix's record of this and ever since he died I've
been doing it that way. Strange how when I sing it, I always feel it's a
tribute to him in some kind of way."
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 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 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, hey.
