Bob Dylan's blues

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Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are ridin' down the line
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Fixing everybody's troubles, everybody's exept mine
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Somebody must a tol' them, that I was doing fine


Oh, you five and ten cents woman, with nothing in your heads
I got a real gal I'm loving, and lord I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door, and my window too, right now

Lord, I ain't going down to no race track, see no sports car run
I don't have no sports car, and I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a blowing me, up and down the street
With my hat in my hand, and my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me

Well, lookit here buddy, you want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter, and rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge, I said it was allright, yes.
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m.vuijst