All Along The Watchtower

There must be some way out of here   
There's too much confusion
Businessmen they drink my wine
None of them along the line

said the joker to the thief
I can't get no relief
plowmen dig my earth
know what any of it is worth

No reason to get excited
There are many here among us
But you and I we've been through that   
So let us not talk falsely now

the thief he kindly spoke
who feel that life is but a joke
and this is not our fate
the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower
While all the women came and went   
Outside in the distance
Two riders were approaching

princes kept the view
barefoot servants too
a wildcat did growl
the wind began to howl