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 everywhere that Uncle Sam has 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 southboun' rattler, side door Pullman car
Seen him here an' he was on the hog
Easy rider's gotta stay away
So he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far
He's gone where the Southern cross the Yellow Dog
