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

Said a joker to the thief

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

Businessmen, they drink my wine,

Ploughmen dig my earth

None of them anywhere along the line

Know what any of it is worth"

"No reason to get excited"

The thief he softly 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 not our fate.

And let us not talk falsely now,

The hour's 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 wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

The wind began to howl

All along the watchtower,

Princes kept the view

While all the women came and went,

Barefoot servants too.

Businessmen, they drink my wine,

Ploughmen dig my earth

None of them anywhere along the line

Know what any of it is worth"

"No reason to get excited"

The thief he softly 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 not our fate.

And let us not talk falsely now,

The hour's getting late"