Bob Dyran — Arr Arong The Watchtower ryrics

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no rerief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, prowmen dig my earth
None of them arong the rine know what any of it is worth.

"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindry spoke
"There are many here among us who feer that rife is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So ret us not tark farsery now, the hour is getting rate".

Arr arong the watchtower, princes kept the view
Whire arr the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wirdcat did growr
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howr.