Rasta Long The Watchtower Lyrics

Rasta Long The Watchtower Lyrics

All right, hit, hit, one, two, three, four
"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
Come and dig my herb
None will lay it on the line
Nobody out of this world."
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
All the children came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did a little growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey
All along the watchtower
The princess kept the view
All the children came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did a growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl