Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They’re ridin’ down the line…
Fixin’ everybody’s troubles;
Ev’rybody’s ‘cept mine.
Somebody must have told them
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’
I’ll love her till I’m dead.
Go away from my door and window, too.
My love for her is true.
Lord, I ain’t goin’ down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don’t have a sports car
And I don’t care to have one
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