Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower

"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  is  getting  late."

All  along  the  watchtower,  princes  kept  the  view
While  all  the  women  came  and  went,  barefoot  servants,  too.

Outside  in  the  distance  a  wildcat  did  growl,
Two  riders  were  approaching,  the  wind  began  to  howl