Ride Me Down Easy

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