A Place Called Easy Poem by keith brown

I'm lookingfor the place they call easy
To leave my boot's and hang my hat
A fire softly burning in the evening
a Welcome sign on the old door mat

I've been a rambling man.
I've done a mile or two
Done just about every job
a rambling man might do

Now I'm looking for the place they call easy
To leave me boots and hang my hat
A fire softly burning in the evening
And a welcome sign on the old door mat

Well I've been a rambling man
I'm getting weary and I no longer wish too roam
I'm looking for the place that they call easy
So we can sing this rambling man back home

I'm looking for the place they call easy
Where I can lay back And just relax
Coffee brewing out there kitchen
Far away from those dusty out back tracks