From the recordings Tales From The Armadillo: Vol. 3 and The Complete Tales From the Armadillo
Written by Bob Dylan. Original arrangement by RyvrWud. "For some who lived through 1968, the summer of 2020 had a familiar feel, with massive upset across the country and peril hanging thick in the air. The world was churning in an epic way that somehow felt different. This Dylan song always seemed to summon unsettling portents of change and a mystical sense of apocalyptic possibilities. In other words . . . it captured the mood of the moment. So that summer we released a full length video version (on our website) and onYouTube (www.youtube.com/ryvrwud).
Lyrics
There must be some kind of way outta 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 of them along the line
Know what any of its 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 speak' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey yeah
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,
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
There must be some kind of way outta here
There must be some kind of way outta here
There must be some kind of way out.