Well, the 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
Lord, I 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
Well, the 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
Well, lookit 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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