Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
Were 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
You got nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm in love with
Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead
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Go away from my door and my window too
Right now
Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
To 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
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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 alright
Yeah!
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