| Say I’m easy come
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| Easy go
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| And easy to love when I stay
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| This old highway
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| Is hotter than nine kinds of hell
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| And the rice is as scarce as the rain
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| When you’re down to you last shuck
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| With nothing to sell
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| And you’re too far away from the train
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| It’s been a good month of Sundays
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| And a guitar ago
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| I had a tall drink of yesterday’s wine
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| Left a long line of friends
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| Some sheets in the wind
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| And some satisfied women behind
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| Hey ride me down easy Lord
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| Ride me on down
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| Leave word in the dust where I lay
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| Say I’m easy come
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| Easy go
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| And easy to love when I stay
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| Alright…
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| I’ve seen fire on the mountain
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| I raised hell on the hill
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| I locked horns with the devil himself
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| I’ve been a rodeo bum
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| I’m a son of a gun
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| And a hobo with stars in his crown
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| So won’t you ride me down easy Lord
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| Ride me on down
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| Leave word in the dust where I lay
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| Say I’m easy come
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| Easy go
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| And easy to love when I stay
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| Well won’t you ride me down easy Lord
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| Ride me on down
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| Leave word in the dust where I lay
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| Say I’m easy come
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| Easy go
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| And easy to love when I stay
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| Well won’t you ride me down easy Lord |