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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