This old highway she's hotter

Than nine kinds of hell

The rides they as scarce as the rain

When you're down to your last

Shove with nothin' to sell

And too far away from the train

Been a good month of Sundays

And a guitar ago

Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine

Left a long string of friends

Some sheets in the wind

And some satisfied women behind

Want to ride me down easy Lord

Ride me on down

Leave word in the dust where i lay

Say "i'm easy come

I'm easy go and easy to love when i stay"

Left snow on the mountain

Raised hell on the hill

Locked horns with the devil himself

Been a rodeo bum a son-of-a-gun

And a hobo with stars in my crown

Want to ride me down easy Lord

Ride me on down

Leave word in the dust where i lay

Say "i'm easy come

I'm easy go and easy to love when i stay"

Want to ride me down easy Lord

Ride me on down

Leave word in the dust where i lay

Say "i'm easy come

I'm easy go and easy to love when i stay"