Chorus:
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.
This highway she's harder than nine kinds of hell
Light there it scares as the rain
When you're down to your last shop with nothing to sell
And too far away from the train.
It's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar to go
I had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left a long string of friends some sheeps in the wind
And some satisfied women behind.
Chorus
I put snow on the mountain, raised hell on the hill
Locked horns with the devil himself
Then a rodeo bum, a son of a gun
And a hobo with stars in his crown.
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(2x)
Writer(s): Billy Shaver
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