Track byNeil Young
There must be some way out of 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 of them along the line know what any of it is worth <lnterlude> 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 is getting late <lnterlude> All along the watchtower princes kept the view While all the women came and went barefoot servants, too Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching the wind began to howl