All Along The Watchtower

There must be some way outta here

Said the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion

I can't get no relief

Businessman they drink my wine

Plowman dig my earth

None of them down out along the line,

No one did offer his worth

No reason to get excited

This 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

'Cause you know the, the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower

Princes kept their view

While 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