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 harder
than nine kinds of hell
And the rice is as scarce as the rain
When you're down to
your 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 of gold
I had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left a long line of friends,
some sheets in the wind
Some satisfied women behind
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
I've seen fire on the mountain,
I've raised hell on the hill
I've 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?