I'm the Lone Star Ranger
Riding across Lonesome Plains
Somehow I lost my way
On a strange Anniversary Day
And you were the last to be told
That I'd kinda lost my control
Now I know why you treat me so cold
'Cause you think your last hope
Has been sold
Won't you please
Do the factory mean a favor
You can't make him believe
In a poor man's savior
So you're the poor man's savior
Down by the factory gate
Telling the factory man
That you've got plenty to say
But he'll be the last to be told
That you felt you were getting too old
To be playing political roles
With the tedious factory folk