Lyrics
"There must be some 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 of them along the line
Know what any 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
The princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Those barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders pulled up, rode in
The wind began to howl
Yeah
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
