Bruce Springsteen & Neil Young - 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.