Lyrics
Must be some kinda way out of here
Joker said to the thief
Too much confusion here
Don't get no relief
The businessmen, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
No one up it's worth
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
Many here among us
Will feel life is but a joke
You and I, we've been through that
We know this is not our fate
Let us not talk falsely now
The hour grows late
All along the watchtower
Princess kept their view
Barefoot women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Way out in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
