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!