Bob Dylan's Blues
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Intro :
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WAell the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
FEixin' ev'rybody's troubles
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tol' 'em
That I was doin' fine
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OAh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
IE 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
LAord I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
IE don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
A D E A
WAell the wind keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the street
WEith my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me
A D E A
WAell lookit here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
AEnd rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes!