WE ARE WANDERERS OF THE WASTELAND

MY LOP- EARED MUEL

MY BROKEN-DOWN HORSE AND ME

ALWAYS TRAVELLIN' GOING NOWHERE

ACROSS THE PLAINS AND OVER THE HILLS

GO WE

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

I USED TO BE

A HIGH-FALUTIN' SHOOTIN' SON-OF-A-GUN

UP IN YOMING

I LOVED A GAL, BUT SHE LOVED MY PAL

SO I PACKED MY BAG AND SADDLED MY NAG

AND THEN,

I TOOK TO ROAMIN'

NOW WE'RE ONLY A LONELY TRIO

WITHOUT A FRIEND WE TRAVEL ALONG ENDLESSLY

THREE OLD WANDERERS OF THE WASTELAND

MY LOP- EAR''ED MUEL, MY BROKEN-DOWN

HORSE AND ME

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

I USED TO BE

A HIGH-FALUTIN' SHOOTIN' SON-OF-A-GUN

UP IN YOMING

I LOVED A GAL

BUT SHE LOVED MY PAL

SO I PACKED MY BAG AND SADDLED MY NAG

AND THEN

I TOOK TO ROAMIN'

AND NOW WE'RE ONLY A LONELY TRIO

WITHOUT A FRIEND, WE TRAVEL ALONG ENDLESSLY

WE ARE

THREE OLD WANDERERS OF THE WASTELAND

MY LOP- EAR'ED MUEL, MY BROKEN-DOWN

HORSE AND ME

MY LOP- EAR'ED MUEL, MY BROKEN-DOWN HORSE

AND ME