Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
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They are ridin' down the line
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Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles
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Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
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Somebody musta tol' 'em
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That I was doin' fine.
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Oh you five and ten cent women
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With nothin' in your heads
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I got a real gal I'm lovin'
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And Lord I'll be love her till I'm dead
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Go away from my door and window too
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Right now.
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Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
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See no sports car run
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I don't have no sports car
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And I don't even care to have one
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I can walk anytime around the block.
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Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
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Up and down the street
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With my hat in my hand
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And my boots on my feet
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Watch out so you don't step on me.
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Well, look it here buddy
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You want to be like me
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Pull out your six-shooter
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And rob every bank you can see
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Tell the judge I said it was all right
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Yes.
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Bob Dylan's Blues
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| Bob Dylan |
