Ride me down easy Lord ride me on down leave word in the dust where I lay Say I'm easy to come easy to go and easy to love when I stay
This old highway she's hotter than nine kinds of hell The rides they're as scare as the rain When you're down to your last shop with nothing to sell And too far away from the trains It'd been the good month of Sundays and a guitar to go Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine Left the long string of friends some sheets in the wind And some satisfied women behind So won't you ride me down easy...
Put a snow on the mountain raised hell on the hill lot horns of the devil himself Where the rodeo bum a son of a gun and a hobo with stars in his crown So won't you ride me down easy... So won't you ride me down easy...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
