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The highway she's a hotter than nine times the hell
The rides are as scarce as the rain
When your down to your last shuck with nothing to sell
And too far away from the train
Verse 2:
Been a good month of Sunday's and a guitar ago
Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left a long string of friends,some sheets in the wind
And some satisfied woman behind
Chorus:
Hey ride me down easy Lord,ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where i lay
Say i'm easy come,easy go
Easy to love when i stay
Verse 3:
I've put snow on the mountain,raised hell on the hill
I locked horns with the devil himself
Been a rodeo fool,a son of a gun
And a hobo with stars in his crown
Chorus.
Ride me down easy Lord,ride me on down
Thanks to David M. Potter for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr
The rides are as scarce as the rain
When your down to your last shuck with nothing to sell
And too far away from the train
Verse 2:
Been a good month of Sunday's and a guitar ago
Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left a long string of friends,some sheets in the wind
And some satisfied woman behind
Chorus:
Hey ride me down easy Lord,ride me on down
Leave word in the dust where i lay
Say i'm easy come,easy go
Easy to love when i stay
Verse 3:
I've put snow on the mountain,raised hell on the hill
I locked horns with the devil himself
Been a rodeo fool,a son of a gun
And a hobo with stars in his crown
Chorus.
Ride me down easy Lord,ride me on down
Thanks to David M. Potter for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr