Lyrics:

Well, The Lone Ranger And Tonto
they Are Ridin Down The Line
fixin Evrybodys Troubles
evrybodys 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 Im Lovin
and Lord Ill Love Her Till Im Dead
go Away From My Door And My Window Too
right Now
lord, I Aint Goin Down To No Race Track
see No Sports Car Run
i Dont Have No Sports Car
and I Dont 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 Dont 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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