All Along the Watchtower Jerry Garcia Band

"There must be some way out of here", cried the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion here, I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen 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 it is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
Barefoot servants came and went, little children too
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl