The Grateful Dead — All Along the Watchtower

"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