| Cowboys and Indians hot on my trail
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| Out on the high Western plains
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| Riding the Pony Express with the mail
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| 'Til mama called me away
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| Back in the Lone Ranger days
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| My little brother took over the route
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| My cap guns and hobby horse reins
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| He was just five when I went off to school
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| And that’s where he stayed
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| Back in the Lone Ranger days
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| And the neighbor kids laughed at him
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| They called him strange
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| His body grew older
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| But he never changed
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| I went to college and married one day,
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| But he and his rocking horse ride never changed
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| Back in the Lone Ranger days
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| We got a letter from home yesterday
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| With his favorite crayon, he’d painted his name
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| Mom’s not that old, still she’s turning grey
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| But he and his buckaroo chaps never change
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| He’s back in the Lone Ranger days
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| Hi-O Silver, away
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| And the neighbor kids laughed at him
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| They called him strange
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| His body grew older
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| But he never changed
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| I went to college and married one day,
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| But he and his rocking horse ride never changed
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| Back in the Lone Ranger days |