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It was just another night
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and I was out on a limb
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looking for someone
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to help me back in.
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A couple of hours of cruising around
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brought me into a bar
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and I sat me down
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nothing much to be found.
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So I got in to talking to the old bar man
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he said:
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"You got a problem I can understand
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and I know a little lady
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who is all alone.
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If you find her she will take you home.
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She don't like to spend her nights alone!"
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They call her Easy.
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They say it's not a way for a body to be.
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They call her Easy.
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She is giving out her love for free.
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I found her on the street
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like the bartender said.
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She was not great looking
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but not that bad.
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Walked on up to her
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and didn't say a word
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but my eyes were talking
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and I think she heard.
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Yes, she heard me.
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We walked down the road
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to a rundown farm.
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She lit a couple of candles
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and she held out her arms.
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Lord, she was gentle as a windblown sigh
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in the morning while dressing I could hear her cry.
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She was crying and I went flying out of there.
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The next day found me walking in ton.
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Saw the old bartender and I flagged him down.
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I thanked him for the girl
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and told him that she pleased me
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and laughed a little bit
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about how she was easy.
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But the old man stopped me
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with the look in his eye.
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He said,
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"You know I had hoped
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you weren't that kind of guy.
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Dream of the kind of world it could be
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if we were with our loves like Easy"
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It's a hard world we must learn to be easy.
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In a cold world I must love the ones who please me
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Easy!
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They Call Her Easy
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Harry Chapin |