All Along the Watchtower - From Sons of Anarchy (Instrumental)

"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.
 Business men – they drink my wine
 Plowmen dig my earth
 None will level on the line
 Nobody 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
 Princess kept the view
 While all the women came
 And went bare-foot servants too
 Outside in the cold distance
 A wild cat did growl
 Two riders were approaching
 And the wind began to howl, hey.