Ride Me Down Easy

(альбом: When I Get My Wings - 1976)

This ol' highway, she's hotter than nine kinds of hell
And the rides, that are scarce as the rain
When you're down to your last shuck with nothing to sell
And too far away from the trains

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

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, yeah, and 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, and a son-of-a-gun
And a hobo with stars in my crown

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, yeah, and I'm easy go
And easy to love when I stay"

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, yeah, and I'm easy go
And easy to love when I stay"