"All Along the Watchtower" (Jimi Hendrix Piano Cover)
There must be some kind of way outta here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief
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, uh, but you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us stop talkin' 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 And the wind began to howl