This old highway, she's hotter than nine kinds of hellThe ride's as scarce as the rainWhen you're down to your last ship with nothing to sellAnd too far away from the trainsIt's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar agoI had a tall drink of yesterday's wineLeft a long string of friends, some sheets in the windAnd some satisfied women behindWon't you ride?Ride me down easy, Lord, ride me on downLeave word in the dust where I laySay I'm easy come, easy goAnd easy to love when I stayI put snow on the mountainAnd gray snow on the mountainRaised hell on the hillLocked horns with the devil himselfI've been a rodeo bumI'm a son of a gunAnd a hobo with stars in my crownWon't you ride me down easy, Lord, ride me on downLeave word in the dust where I laySay I'm easy come, easy goAnd easy to love when I stayWon't you ride me down easy, Lord, ride me on downWon't you ride me down easy, Lord, ride me on downLeave word in the dust where I laySay I'm easy to come, easy goSay I'm easy to come, I'm easy to goAnd easy to love when I say