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
Ploughmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Nobody offered his hand

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's getting late

Out along the watchtower road
Princes kept their view
While all the women came in with
Their barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did prowl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl