Lyrics:

'There must be some kind of way out of here'
Said the jokers to the thief
'Too much confusion
I can't get no relief'
'Business men, they drink my wine
And plow men, they dig my Earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it's 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 (oh-oh, hah)'
'But you and I, we've been through all that, yeah, so we're here
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
Late'
All along the watchtower
Princes kept their view
While all the women, all the women, all the 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All along the watchtower
Princes kept their view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders, two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl

The money safe
The thief he take
The money safe
The thief he take
No reason to get excited
Thank y'all very much, God bless you again
Bye-bye!
Tim Reynolds on the guitar! Timmy don't go away!