| Second time I saw you was the day I nearly died
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| Not thinkin' we’d be good friends
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| You’d just buried me alive
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| Now we ride together
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| Silver steed and mask to hide
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| Face that I was born with
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| One that Butch would recognize
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| He took my freedom and then my brother, Dan
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| He was the captain of the Texas Ranger team
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| That Butch just shot him down
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| And left him bleeding on the ground
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| Turned his horse’s head and sode to take my brothers town
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| Oh, the Lone Ranger
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| Ride my silvr steed
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| Breakin' out, laws to hand
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| Shootin' silver bullets
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| Tryin' to sav 'em while I can
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| Oh, the Lone Ranger
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| The violence may not end
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| With Tonto we’ll defend until we die
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| Onward we rode
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| For many nights and many days
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| Out in the open
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| Danger never far away
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| Until that day it came
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| I saw that Butch ridin' with his gang
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| I told him to his face all his evils and his wrongs
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| Said, «Listen Butch, you best just come along»
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| He laughed right back at me and asked for right to appeal
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| «Either that or you can serve me my last meal»
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| Oh, the Lone Ranger
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| I ride my silver steed |
| Breakin' out, laws to hand
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| Shootin' silver bullets
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| Tryin' to save 'em while I can
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| Oh, the Lone Ranger
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| The violence may not end
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| With Tonto we’ll defend until we die
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| Quiet desert sounds was all you could hear
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| You cage in a breath as the horses drew in air
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| «Yes, serve your last meal, that’s something I can do
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| Cold, hard silver is the last thing you’ll consume»
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| Oh, the Lone Ranger
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| I ride my silver steed
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| Breakin' out, laws to hand
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| Shootin' silver bullets
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| Tryin to save 'em while I can
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| Oh, the Lone Ranger
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| The violence may not end
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| With Tonto we’ll defend until we die
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| Oh, oh |