Letra Joy de Sundays original
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>