Sundays Joy
the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe 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]
