| The highway she’s hotter than nine kinds of hell
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| And the rides they’re as scarce as the rain
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| When you’re down to your last shuck with nothin' to sell
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| And too far away from the train
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| Been a good month of Sundays and a guitar ago
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| Had a tall drink of yesterday’s wine
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| Left a long string of friends some sheets in the wind
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| And some satisfied women behind
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| Hey ride me down easy Lord 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 easy go
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| And easy to love when I stay
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| Put snow on the mountains raised hell on the hill
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| Locked horns with the devil himself
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| Been a rodeo bum a son of a gun
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| And a hobo with stars in his crown
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| Hey ride me down easy Lord 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 easy go
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| And easy to love when I stay
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| Hey ride me down easy Lord 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 easy go
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| And easy to love when I stay |