The river flows, it flows to the sea Wherever that river goes that's where I want to be Flow river flow, let your waters wash down Take me from this road
Waitin' for a weekend treat But Easy Rider's got 'em all beat 'cause (chorus) Easy rider, he's a glider (Easy) Freedom, every day (Rider) Easy rider, easy
it easy rider you can make it easy rider There's no one to stop you, doesn't it look easy rider now? Take it easy rider you can make it easy rider There
der Harley. Easy Rider laß die Pferde loß - laß sie frei. Easy Rider reit' soweit du kannst auf der Harley. Easy Rider Easy Rider Easy Rider
Easy rider, help me, easy rider Easy rider, oh yeah, easy rider Well, now come on easy rider Gimme something for my pain Yeah, come on easy rider Ooh, come on easy
The river flows It flows to the sea Wherever that river goes That's where I want to be Flow river flow Let your waters wash down Take me from this road
I wanna find myself in you You wanna find yourself too Easy rider, easy rider Easy rider, easy rider Easy rider, easy rider Easy rider, easy rider
some cardboard fruit. Oh! But easy rider don't you deny my name, Oh no, oh no. Yeah, easy rider, don't you deny my name, pretty baby doll I said, easy rider
that straight-away and I'll be fairly flyin' I'm an easy rider, my wheels love to roll I'm an easy rider, I ride a new road every day I'm an easy rider
if you lookin' for trouble - you'd better Stand up and find! Easy Rider - takin' it day by day, Easy Rider - drinkin' the night away. Easy Rider - livin' it day by day, Easy Rider
My nights have been lonely, since I been in Tulsa county I really don't know, what I'm going to do I just might take a trip somewhere along the southern
I got goin', Jenny come along Here come John, big boots on I got goin', Jenny come along Here comes Johnny with his big boots on I got goin', Jenny come
The river flows it flows to the sea Wherever that river goes that's where I want to be Flow river flow let your waters wash down Take me from this road
The crops are all in And the peaches are rotting The oranges piled up In their creosote dumps You're flying 'em back To the Mexican border To spend all
about get there on time I can't help but wonder what was on your mind Ridin' 'round in the pourin' rain, havin' a heck of time Livin' may be easy, dyin
Written by Gene Parsons I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8 Heading into Angel Town, I hope it's not too late It rained in New York City Mister
You better go now, take what you want You think will last But if there's something you wish to keep Better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with
