Mr. Easy

> They call me Mr. Easy But they don't call me easy long They call me Mr. Easy But they don't call me easy long Cause when things get complicated I pack my bags and I'm gone Well, I heard two women knockin' Got a third one on the phone Well, I heard two women knockin' Got a third one on the phone They all want me to settle down They wanna claim me for their own I gets mail in four different places Not one of them I call my home I gets mail in four different places Not one of them I call my home Well, it's hard to hit a moving target And that's why this boy is gonna roam Sometimes I sleep out on the highway Curled up like a fat snake in a ditch Sometimes I sleep out on the highway Curled up like a fat snake in a ditch I'd rather do it my way and suffer Than have to sit here and listen to my baby bitch Well, I love you honey They call me Mr. Easy 'Cause I always play it cool They call me Mr. Easy 'Cause I always play it cool I don't fill my head with no worry I don't want to be no woman's fool That's why I play the blues << Transcribed from CD booklet