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