Bob Dylans Blues

A A Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line E Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles Ev'rybody's 'cept mine Somebody musta tol' 'em That I was doin' fine A, D E A A Oh you five and ten cent women With nothin' in your heads E I 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 A Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track See no sports car run E I don't have no sports car And I don't even care to have one I can walk anytime around the block A, D3RD E A A Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' me Up and down the street E With my hat in my hand And my boots on my feet Watch out so you don't step on me A, D3RD E A A Well, lookit here buddy You want to be like me Pull out your six-shooter E And rob every bank you can see Tell the judge I said it was all right Yes! Enjoy!