Lyrics

[Verse 1: Neil Young] "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 Ploughmen dig my earth None of them along the line Knows what any of it is worth" [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2: Chrissie Hynde] "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 not our fate And let us not talk falsely now The hour's getting late [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3: Neil Young, Neil & Chrissie] 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 [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3: Neil, Chrissie] All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too Businessmen, they drink my wine Ploughmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth, oh [Verse 4: Neil, Both] "No reason to get excited" The thief, he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke You and I, we've been through that This not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour's getting late