| Unlike most of the songs nowadays
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| Have been written up town in Tinpine Alley
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| That’s where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
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| Now this, this is a song this one’s written up there
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| This is written somewhere down in the United States
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| Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
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| They are ridin' down the line
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| Fixin' everybody’s troubles
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| Everybody’s except mine
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| Someone musta told 'em that I was doin' fine
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| All you five and ten cent women
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| With nothin' in your heads
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| I got a real gal I’m in love
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| Lord, and I’ll love her till I’m dead
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| 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
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| See no sports car run
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| I don’t have no sports car
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| And I don’t even care to have one
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| I can walk anytime around the block
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| Well, the wind keeps a blowin' me
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| Up and down the street
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| With my hat in my hand
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| And my boots on my feet
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| Watch out so you don’t step on me
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| Well, look it here buddy
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| You want to be like me
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| Pull out your six-shooter
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| And rob every bank you can see
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| Tell the judge I said it was all right, yes |