They Call Her Easy

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