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

Plow men dig my Earth

None with a level on their mind

Nobody out of this world

No reason to get excited

The thief he kindly spoke

There are many here among us

Who think that life is but a joke

But you and I, we've been through that

And this is not our fate

So let stop talking 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 wild cat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl

All along the tower