Well I hope you had a good ride
To the south of the city
Hope you rest not impeded
Like we did last week
When you bunk in my bed
Our dreams seem much sweeter
And that's where I'll meet her
When she's gone from me
In the morning the laundry
She took to the basement
And me to the pavement
Our breakfast to bring
She spoke of the war
She being the scholar
And me from the holler
We all want the same
Oh let 'er down easy boy
Fast as you can
You'd hurt her somehow
You'd hurt her somehow
Well I'm sorry my pumpkin
But we ain't good for nothing
And you ain't into lovin'
What a foolish ideal
I worry my friends with
This that and the other
'Specially my brother
Who just wants to feel
Well crowded and jaded
We both left the corner
And into the winter
Our work in the can
Not growing for nothing
Our love was just basil
Up under the table
The fool I am
Oh let 'er down easy boy
Fast as you can
You'd hurt her somehow
You'd hurt her somehow
Oh let 'er down easy boy
Fast as you can
You'd hurt her somehow
You'd hurt her somehow