1. ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER

There must be some kind a way outta here,
Say the joker to the thief,
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief.
Business men, they drink my wine.
Plow man 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 gettin' late.

All along the watchtower,
Princes kept the view,
While all the women came and went,
Bare feet servants too.
Outside in the cold distance,
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin'
The wind began to howl.