Tom: A
Intro: A
A
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
E
Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tol' 'em
That I was doin' fine
A, D, E, A
A
Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
E
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
A, D, E, A
A
Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
E
I don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
A, D3RD, E, A
A
Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the street
E
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me
A, D3RD, E, A
A
Well, lookit here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
E
And rob every bank you can see
