Bob Dylans Blues

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Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
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Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tol' 'em
That I was doin' fine
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Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
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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
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Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
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I don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
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Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the street
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With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me
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Well, lookit here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
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And rob every bank you can see