All Along The Watchtower (Aynsley Lister)

There must be some way outta here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessman they drink my wine Plowman dig my earth None of them down out along the line, No one did offer his worth No reason to get excited This 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 'Cause you know the, the hour is getting late All along the watchtower Princes kept their view While women came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl