Bandits All Along the Watchtower Letras:
"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."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly
spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that
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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."

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.
Letras: All Along the Watchtower Bandits [final]