The Sundays - Joy Lyrics

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
Yeah, 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
Yeah, 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
Sure as the hours
Joy, joy, joy
Work, work, work harder
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