"There must be some kind of way out 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 will level on the line Nobody offered his worth" Hey "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 stop talk falsely now The hour's getting late" Hey All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl Hey All along the watchtower All along the watchtower