Easy Come, Easy Go

This old highway she's hotter then 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

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Hey why don'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 mountains
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

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