Joy Lyrics

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.