All Along the Watchtower - Live at the Isle of Wight, UK - Jimi Hendrix

"There must be some kind of way out of here, "

Said the joker to the thief,

"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.

Business men – they drink my wine

Plowmen dig my earth

None will level on the line

Nobody 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's getting late."

All along the watchtower

Princess kept the view

While all the women came

And went bare-foot servants too

Outside in the cold distance

A wild cat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl, hey.