Clouds so swift, rain wont lift
Gate wont close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You aint goin nowhere
Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh-ho, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
I dont care how many letters they sent
The morning came, the morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
You aint goin nowhere
Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh-ho, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You aint goin nowhere
Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh-ho, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
Now Genghis Khan, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
Well climb that hill, no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh-ho, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh-ho, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?