They Call Her Easy
It was just another night And I was out on a limb Looking for someone To help me back in. A couple of hours of cruising around Brought me into a bar And I sat me down Nothing much to be found. So I got in to talking to the old bar man He said: "You got a problem I can understand And I know a little lady Who is all alone. If you find her she will take you home. She don't like to spend her nights alone!" They call her Easy. They say it's not a way for a body to be. They call her Easy. She is giving out her love for free. I found her on the street Like the bartender said. She was not great looking But not that bad. Walked on up to her And didn't say a word But my eyes were talking And I think she heard. Yes, she heard me. We walked down the road To a rundown farm. She lit a couple of candles And she held out her arms. Lord, she was gentle as a windblown sigh In the morning while dressing I could hear her cry. She was crying and I went flying out of there. The next day found me walking in ton. Saw the old bartender and I flagged him down. I thanked him for the girl And told him that she pleased me And laughed a little bit About how she was easy. But the old man stopped me With the look in his eye. He said, "You know I had hoped You weren't that kind of guy. Dream of the kind of world it could be If we were with our loves like Easy" It's a hard world we must learn to be easy. In a cold world I must love the ones who please me Easy!