Ride me down easy Lord ride me on down leave word in the dust where I lay Say Im easy to come easy to go and easy to love when I stay This old highway shes hotter than nine kinds of hell The rides theyre as scare as the rain When youre down to your last shop with nothing to sell And too far away from the trains Itd been the good month of Sundays and a guitar to go Had a tall drink of yesterdays wine Left the long string of friends some sheets in the wind And some satisfied women behind So wont you ride me down easy... Put a snow on the mountain raised hell on the hill lot horns of the devil himself Where the rodeo bum a son of a gun and a hobo with stars in his crown So wont you ride me down easy... So wont you ride me down easy...
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