Ezy Ryder (Live at the Fillmore East, NY - 12/31/69 - 1st Set)

There goes ezy, ezy ryder
Riding down the highway of desire
He says the free wind takes him higher
Tryin' to find his heaven above
But he's dyin' to be loved
Dyin' to be loved
He's tellin' me livin' is so magic
He says a day is forever so he claims
He's talkin' about dyin' it's so tragic baby
But don't you worry about it today, we got freedom comin' our way
Freedom comin' our way
Come on do you
They key is going to last
Carryin' out on a gas
See all the lovers say do what you please
Gotta get the brothers together and the rigth to be free
In a cloud of angel dust, I think I see me a freak
Hey, motorcycle mama, you're gonna marry me? ha ha
And I'll be stoned, stoned, clear as day
Love comin' in like crazy
Stoned crazy baby
There goes ezy, ezy ryder
Riding down the highway of desire
He says the free wind, takes him higher
Searchin' for his heaven above
But he's dyin' to be loved
Dyin' to be loved yeah
They call him ezy ryder baby (ezy ryder) (ryder)
Tryin' to find the highway
Ezy ryder
Ezy ryder
Ezy ryder