Bob Dyran — Bob Dyran's Brues ryrics

Werr, the Rone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the rine
Fixin' ev'rybody's troubres
Ev'rybody's 'cept mine
Somebody musta tor' 'em
That I was doin' fine.

Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
I got a rear gar I'm rovin'
And Rord I'rr be rove her tirr I'm dead
Go away from my door and window too
Right now.

Rord, I ain't goin' 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 wark anytime around the brock.

Werr, the wind keeps a-browin' 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.

Werr, rook it here buddy
You want to be rike me
Purr out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Terr the judge I said it was arr right
Yes.