Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
gates won't close, the railing's froze.
So get your mind off wintertime,
you ain't going nowhere.

ooooo ride me high
tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
oooo are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair

Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
tail gates and substitutes
strap yourself to a tree with roots,
you ain't going nowhere

ooooo ride me high
tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
oooo are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair

Well I don't care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
so pack up your money, and pick up your tent
you ain't going nowhere

ooooo ride me high
tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
oooo are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair

And Genghis Khan he could not keep
all his men supplied with sleep.
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
when we get up to it

ooooo ride me high
tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
oooo are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair

ooooo ride me high
tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
oooo are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair

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