Wellthe Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin down the line
Fixin ev rybody s troubles
Ev rybody s cept mine
Somebody musta tol em
That I was doin fine
Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin in your heads
I got a real gal I m lovin
And Lord I ll love her till I m dead
Go away from my door and my window too
Right now
LordI ain t goin down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don t have no sports car
And I don t even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
Wellthe wind keeps a-blowin me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don t step on me
Welllookit here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes!
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