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The highway she's hotter than nine kinds of hell |
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The rides,they as scarce as the rain |
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When you're down to your last shove with nothin' to sell |
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And too far away from the train |
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Been a good month of Sundays and a guitar ago |
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Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine |
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Left a long string of friends,some sheets in the wind |
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And some satisfied women behind |
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Hey 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 and easy to love when i stay" |
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Left snow on the mountain,raised hell on the hill |
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Locked horns with the devil himself |
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Been a rodeo bum,a son-of-a-gun |
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And a hobo with stars in my crown |
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Hey 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 and easy to love when i stay" |
