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
Businessmen they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth

None will level along the line
know what any of it is worth" Hey
"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 is getting late" Hey
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
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower