Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they're riding down the line
Fixin' everybody's troubles, everybody's 'cept mine
Someone must have told 'em that I was doin' fine

All you five and ten cent women, with nothing in your heads
I got a real gal I'm a lovin', lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too right now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no racetrack to 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 blowin' me up and down the street
With my hat in my hands and my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me

Well look at here buddy, he wanna be like me
Pull out your six shooter and rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right yeah