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'

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And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead

Go away from my door and my window 
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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