Ride me down easy Lord ride me on down leave word in the dust where I lay
Say I'm easy to come easy to go and easy to love when I stay

This old highway she's hotter than nine kinds of hell
The rides they're as scare as the rain
When you're down to your last shop with nothing to sell
And too far away from the trains
It'd been the good month of Sundays and a guitar to go
Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left the long string of friends some sheets in the wind
And some satisfied women behind
So won't 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 won't you ride me down easy...
So won't you ride me down easy...