The Sundays

The Sundays - Joy lyrics

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the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog
well you saw him
and you can't hardly know
'cause times change
I know

on some days he's more than humble
yet on some days he's cold and mad, mad as hell
well you saw him
and you can't hardly know
[he's/it's] so strange
well I, I know

[lost legs and gold in wartime]
[and lost legs and gold and we're all running out]
well you saw him
[but even] you can't hardly know
[he's/it's] so strange
well I, I know

joy, joy, joy [run, run and run on, on]
[joyful yells]
joy, joy, joy [run, run and run on, on]
[joyful yells]
joy, joy, joy [run, run and run on, on
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Warner Chappell Music Ltd., Rough Trade Records

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

Appearing on: Reading, Writing and Arithmetic (1990)

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