Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
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, oh, no
'Cause when things get complicated
I pack my bags and I'm gone
Well, well, 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 get mail in four different places
Not one of them I call my home
I get 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, mm
Joe B., play me a lute
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, play me guan
Eh-eh-eh-eh, they call me Mr. Easy
'Cause I always play it cool
Call me Mr. Easy
I always play it cool
I don't fill my head with no worry
I don't wanna be no woman's fool
That's why I play the blues, eh-eh, yeah
