This old highway, she's hotter than nine kinds of hell
And the rides, they're as scarce as the rain
When you're down to your last shuck with nothin' to sell
And you're too far away from the train

It's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar a go
I 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, won't you 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 I'm easy to love when I stay, when I stay

There's snow on the mountain, raised hell on the hill
I locked horns with the devil himself
I've been a rodeo bum, a son of a gun
And a hobo with stars in his crown

Hey, won't you ride me down easy?
Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the dust to where I lay
Say I'm easy come, easy go
And I'm easy to love when I stay
Hey, won't you ride me down easy?
Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the dust to where I lay
Say I'm easy come, easy go
And I'm easy to love when I stay

Hey, won't you ride me down easy?
Lord, ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where I lay