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Riding with Ringo

This is my new song of inspiration. Or maybe it's song of perspiration. It's my spin instructor Nick's favorite song. By, as he says, "the absolute very best singer in the whole world...ever." Ringo Starr. Nick often sings much of the song, loudly and with feeling, while the rest of us are struggling to suck up any bit of available oxygen. This man also screams "you gotta love it" and "you can't work hard enough in an hour to get tired." So I should really despise this song. But Ringo speaks truth -- it don't come easy. So I'll keep pedaling and singing and trying to forget my knees crack and my back aches. And I'll attempt to refrain from hurling my water bottle at Nick. (I'd like to say to Nick, "If you can sing, you're not working hard enough.")

It Don't Come Easy
By Richard Starkey

ONE, TWO,
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!

IT DON'T COME EASY,
YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
IT DON'T COME EASY,
YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.

GOT TO PAY YOUR DUES IF YOU WANNA SING THE BLUES,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT OR LEAP ABOUT,
YOU CAN EVEN PLAY THEM EASY.

OPEN UP YOUR HEART, LET'S COME TOGETHER,
USE A LITTLE LOVE
AND WE WILL MAKE IT WORK OUT BETTER,

I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH, I ONLY WANT YOUR TRUST,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
AND THIS LOVE OF MINE KEEPS GROWING ALL THE TIME,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.

PEACE, REMEMBER PEACE IS HOW WE MAKE IT,
HERE WITHIN YOUR REACH
IF YOU'RE BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE IT.

GOT TO PAY YOUR DUES IF YOU WANNA SING THE BLUES,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT OR LEAP ABOUT,
YOU CAN EVEN PLAY THEM EASY.

PEACE, REMEMBER PEACE IS HOW WE MAKE IT,
HERE WITHIN YOUR REACH
IF YOU'RE BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE IT.

I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH, I ONLY WANT YOUR TRUST,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
AND THIS LOVE OF MINE KEEPS GROWING ALL THE TIME,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.

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