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