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Teksty: Travis Tritt. Take It Easy.

Well, I'm running down the road
Trying to loosen my load
I got seven women on my mind
Four that wanna own me
Two that wanna stone me
One says she's a friend of mine

Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy

Well, I'm standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord
In a flatbed Ford
Slowing down to take a look at me

So, come on, baby, don't say maybe
I got to know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win
But we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbing in
Take it easy

Well, I'm running down the road
Trying to loosen my load
Got worlds of trouble on my mind
Looking for a lover
Who won't blow my cover
She's so hard to find

Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Make you crazy
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I got to know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me