Chrissie Hynde - All Along the Watchtower 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