Mr. Easy

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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

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Transcribed from CD booklet