Mr. Easy (feat. Joe Bonamassa)

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