Lyrics:
"There must be some kind of 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 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."
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
I am 72 years old and it’s great to hear this music again from my era, I was 20 when this was released, but it’s just as good to read the comments of appreciation from you youngsters.
“People” say he wasn’t that great then list guitarists that followed him not realizing when he came on the scene NO ONE played guitar like him! He was a first. If you grew up listening to Hendrix you know what I mean.