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This highway she's harder than nine kinds of hell |
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Light there it scares as the rain |
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When you're down to your last shop with nothing to sell |
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And too far away from the train. |
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It's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar to go |
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Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine |
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Left a lot of good friends some sheeps in the wind |
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And satisfied women behind. |
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Ride me down easy Lord, 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 easy go |
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And easy to love when I stay. |
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Put snow on the mountain, raise hell on the hill |
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Lock horns with the devil himself |
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Then the rodeo bum, a son of a gun |
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And a hobo with stars in his crown. |
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Ride me down easy Lord, 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 easy go |
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And easy to love when I stay. |
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Ride me down easy Lord, 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 easy go |
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And easy to love when I stay... |
