Lyrics The Sundays

The 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

On some days he's cold and mad, mad as hell

Well you saw him

And you can't hardly know

It's so strange

Well I... I know

Those lakes of golden water

Those lakes of gold are all running out

Well you saw him

And you can't hardly know

It's so strange

Well I... I know

Joy, joy, joy

Work, work, work harder

Sure as the hours

Joy, joy, joy

Work, work, work harder

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