Sundays - Joy Lyrics
The lone ranger sold his wardrobeThe lone ranger sold his bad dogWell you saw him and you could hardly knowCos times change.... I knowSome days hes more than humbleOn some days hes cold and mad, mad as hellWell you saw him and you can hardly knowIts so strange.... and well i, I knowThose lakes of golden waterThose lakes of gold are all running outWell you saw him and you could hardly knowIts so strange... and well i, I knowJoy, joy, joyWork, work, work harderSure as the hoursJoy, joy, joyWork, work, work harderYou say