All Along the Watchtower by Neil Young Lyrics

"There must be some kind of way out of here"
Said a joker to the thief
"There is too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None of them anywhere along the line
Know what any of it is worth"

"No reason to get excited"
The thief he softly 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 not our fate
And 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 too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl