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.

Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, 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.

Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, 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
Pick up your money, and pack up your tent
You ain't going nowhere.

Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, 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.

Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair ?

Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair ?

Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair ?

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