| Words/Music – Rand Anderson |
| Too much weight on my back, getting ready to crack Everything seems such a drag It’s piling up on me, gotta set myself free I’ve already packed my bags Things been getting me down tired of hangin’ around it’s out there I just know Sick of life on the farm? It costs a leg and an arm I’ve got nothing left to show Just can’t find no happiness buried ‘neath this grind I dream away to a magic place and leave my sorrows behind People stuggle so hard for two cars and a yard and they keep on wanting more Too much dog eat dog working for the hog He keeps running up the score Just can’t find no happiness when you’re losing your mind We’ll dream away to Easy Street and leave our troubles behind Come with me to Easy Street where the people treat you right I wanna go where the party lasts all night Cuz, I’m tired of working and I’m tired of being broke It’s about time that we get shown the light No one’s in a race, smiles on their face Gettin’ down on Easy Street Everyone is free, we all hold the key To life on Easy Street No one sings the blues, no one steals your shoes When you’re dancin’ on Easy Street Money has no need, sharing love will feed We can make it on Easy Street |