The Lone Ranger
On the distant horizon a thick cloud appeared!
Could it be?...so near?....a storm danger?
Closer and closer the picture came clearer!
It's the masked man they call the Lone Ranger!
Come lightning, thunder or rain!
the Lone Ranger rides again!
with Tonto an Indian friend...
on Silver a horse he named,
In old wild western TV days!
they rendered justice for mankind!
and jailed all those with evil ways!
one silver bullet at a time!
And often some would ask...
who's that man wearing that mask?
Is he trouble?...are we in danger?
No! that's no stranger! They'd say!...
That's the Lone Ranger!...
Hi! Yo! Silver away! He'd say!
As he rode away.
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