Lyrics:

'There must be some kind of way out 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 will level on the line
Nobody offered his worth'
Hey

'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 stop talk falsely now
The hour's getting late'
Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While 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
Hey

All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower