All Along The Watchtower (From 'Crossroads, Part 2')

There must be some kind of way out of here,
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion,
I cant get no relief.

Business men they drink my wine,
Plow men dig my earth,
None with a level on their mind,
Nobody out of this world.

No reason to get excited,
The thief he kindly spoke,
There are many here among us,
Who think that life is but a joke,
But you and i, we've been through that,
And this is not our fate,
So let stop talking falsely know,
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 cold distance,
A wild cat did growl,
Two riders were approaching,
And the wind began to howl.

All along the tower,
Everywhere,

Everywhere i went...