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Intro
Unlike most of the
songs nowadays are being written uptown in Tin Pan Alley,
That's where most of
the folk songs come from nowadays.
This is, this is a song
that is written up there.
This is written
somewhere down in the United States.
G
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto,
They are ridin' down the line.
Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles.
C
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine.
G
Somebody musta tol' 'em,
C
D G
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',
And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead.
Go away from my door and my window too,
Right now.
Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track,
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 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 all right,
Yes!
Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special
Rider Music
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