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”

All Along the Watchtower