This old highway, she's hotter than nine kinds of hell And the rides, they're as scarce as the rain When you're down to your last shuck with nothin' to sell And you're too far away from the train
It's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar a go 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
Hey, 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 I'm easy to love when I stay, when I stay
There's snow on the mountain, raised hell on the hill I locked horns with the devil himself I've been a rodeo bum, a son of a gun And a hobo with stars in his crown
Hey, won't you ride me down easy? Lord, ride me on down Leave word in the dust to where I lay Say I'm easy come, easy go And I'm easy to love when I stay
Hey, won't you ride me down easy? Lord, ride me on down Leave word in the dust to where I lay Say I'm easy come, easy go And I'm easy to love when I stay
Hey, won't you ride me down easy? Lord, ride me on down Leave word in the dust where I lay.