the highway she s hotter than nine kinds of hell the rides they as scarce as the rain when you re down to your last shove 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 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 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 easy go and easy to love when i stay 