Spoken
- Unlike most of the songs nowadays that are being written uptown in
Tin Pan Alley
That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays.
This, this is a song, this wasn't written up there, this was written
somewhere down in the United States.
(G)Well,
the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they're riding down the line
Fixin' everybody's troubles, every(C)body's
'cept mine
Someone must have (G)told
'em that (D)I
was doin' (G)fine
All you five and
ten cent women, with nothing in your heads
I got a real gal I'm a lovin', lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too right now
Lord, I ain't goin'
down to no racetrack 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
With my hat in my hands and my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me
Well look at here
buddy, he wanna be like me
Pull out your six shooter and rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right yeah.
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