All Along the Watchtower - Grateful Dead

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
Businessman they drink my wine plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line nobody of it is worth

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
All along the watchtower princes kept the view
While all the women came and went barefoot servants to
Outside in the cold distancea wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching and the wind began to howl