Hey ride me down easy Lord
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Ride me on down
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Leave word in the dust where I lay
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Say I’m easy come
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Easy go
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And easy to love when I stay
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This old highway
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Is hotter than nine kinds of hell
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And the rice is as scarce as the rain
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When you’re down to you last shuck
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With nothing to sell
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And you’re too far away from the train
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It’s been a good month of Sundays
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And a guitar ago
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I had a tall drink of yesterday’s wine
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Left a long line of friends
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Some sheets in the wind
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And some satisfied women behind
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Hey ride me down easy Lord
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Ride me on down
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Leave word in the dust where I lay
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Say I’m easy come
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Easy go
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And easy to love when I stay
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Alright…
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I’ve seen fire on the mountain
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I raised hell on the hill
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I locked horns with the devil himself
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I’ve been a rodeo bum
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I’m a son of a gun
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And a hobo with stars in his crown
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So won’t you ride me down easy Lord
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Ride me on down
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Leave word in the dust where I lay
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Say I’m easy come
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Easy go
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And easy to love when I stay
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Well won’t you ride me down easy Lord
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Ride me on down
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Leave word in the dust where I lay
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Say I’m easy come
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Easy go
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And easy to love when I stay
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Well won’t you ride me down easy Lord
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Ride Me Down Easy
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| David Allan Coe |
