Bob Dylan's Blues
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Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
Were ridin' down the line
Fixin' everybody's troubles, everybody's 'cept mine
Someone must've told em that I was doin' fine
Oh, you five and ten cent women
There's nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm in love with, 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 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 your your six-shooter and rob every bank you see
Tell the judge I said it was alright
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