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 hotter than nine kinds of hell

And the rice is as scarce as the rain

When you’re down to you last shuck

With nothing to sell

And you’re too far away from the train



It’s been a good month of Sundays

And a guitar ago

I had a tall drink of yesterday’s wine

Left a long line of friends

Some sheets in the wind

And some satisfied women behind



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



Alright…



I’ve seen fire on the mountain

I raised hell on the hill

I 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



Well 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



Well won’t you ride me down easy Lord