Hey, ride me down easy, Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the
dust where I lay
Say
I'm easy come,
easy go
And easy to love when I stay
This old highway
is harder than nine kinds of hell
And the rice is as scarce as the rain
When you're down to your
last shot with
nothing to sell
And you're too far away from the drain
It's been a good month of Sundays and a good pour of gold
I had a tall drink of yesterday's
wine
Left a long line of friends,
some sheets in
the wind
Some satisfied women behind
So won't you ride me down easy,
Lord,
ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where I lay
Say I'm easy come,
easy go
And
easy to love when I stay
I've seen fire on the mountain I've raised hell on the hill
I've locked horns with the devil
himself
I've been a rodeo bum
I'm a son of a gun And a hobo with stars in his crown
So won't you ride me down easy,
Lord,
ride me on down
Leave word in the
dust where I lay
Say I'm easy come,
easy go
And easy to love when I stay
So won't you ride me down easy,
Lord,
ride me on down
And easy to love when I stay So won't you ride me down easy,
Lord,
ride