Ever since Miss Susan Johnson lost her jockey, Lee,
There has been much excitement, more to be;
You can hear her moaning night and morn.
Wonder where my easy rider's gone?

Cablegrams come of sympathy,
Telegrams go of inquiry,
Letters come from down in " Bam "
And ev'rywhere that Uncle Sam
Has even a rural delivery.
All day the phone rings but it's not for me.
At last good tidings fill our hearts with glee;
This message comes from Tennessee:

Dear Sue, your easy rider struck this burg today,
On a southbound rattler, sidedoor Pullman car.
See him here, and he was on the hog.

Easy Rider's gotta stay away
He has to vamp it but the hike ain't far.
He's gone somewhere the Southern cross the Yellow Dog.