All Along The Watchtower (BSG)

Cover By Bear McCreary

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

Business men, they drink my wine

Plowmen dig my earth

None of them along the line

Know what any 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 getting late, hey, yeah

All along the watchtower

The 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, yeah

All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower