Ride Me Down Easy
This old highway sheâs hotter than nine kinds of hell
The rides they is scarce as the rain
When youâre down to your last shuck with nothing to sell
And too far away from the train
Been a good month of Sundayâs and a guitar ago
I had a tall drink of yesterdayâs wine
Left a long string of friends, some sheets in the wind
And some satisfied women behind
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So wonât you ride me down easy, Lord ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where I lay
Say Iâm easy come, easy go
And easy to love when I stay
Iâve put 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 his crown
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