the sundays
joy
The Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe The Lone Ranger sold his bad dog Well you saw him and you could hardly know 'Cause times change, I know 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 hardly know It's so strange, and well I, I know Those lakes of golden water Those lakes of gold are all running out Well you saw him and you could hardly know It's so strange, and well I, I know   Joy, joy, joy  Work, work, work harder Sure as the hours Joy, joy, joy  Work, work, work harder You say