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They call me Mr. Easy
But they don't call me easy long
They call me Mr. Easy
But they don't call me easy long
Cause when things get complicated
I pack my bags and I'm gone

Well, I heard two women knockin'
Got a third one on the phone
Well, I heard two women knockin'
Got a third one on the phone
They all want me to settle down
They wanna claim me for their own

I gets mail in four different places
Not one of them I call my home
I gets mail in four different places
Not one of them I call my home
Well, it's hard to hit a moving target
And that's why this boy is gonna roam

Sometimes I sleep out on the highway
Curled up like a fat snake in a ditch
Sometimes I sleep out on the highway
Curled up like a fat snake in a ditch
I'd rather do it my way and suffer
Than have to sit here and listen to my baby bitch
Well, I love you honey
They call me Mr. Easy
'Cause I always play it cool
They call me Mr. Easy
'Cause I always play it cool
I don't fill my head with no worry
I don't want to be no woman's fool
That's why I play the blues

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Transcribed from CD booklet