This old highway, she's hotter than nine kinds of hell
The ride's as scarce as the rain
When you're down to your last ship with nothing to sell
And too far away from the trains
It's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar ago
I had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left a long string of friends, some sheets in the wind
And some satisfied women behind
Won't you ride?
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 put snow on the mountain
And gray snow on the mountain

Raised hell on the hill
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 my crown
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
Won't you ride me down easy, Lord, ride me on down
Won't you ride me down easy, Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where I lay
Say I'm easy to come, easy go

Say I'm easy to come, I'm easy to go
And easy to love when I say