Fly so swift the rain wont lift
The gate wont close the railings froze
Get your mind on wintertime
You aint going nowhere
Ooowe, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh oh, 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 going nowhere
Ooowe, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh oh, 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 going nowhere
Ooowe, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
Now Ghengis Kahn he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
Well climb that hill
No matter how steep when we get up to it
Ooowe, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
Ooowe, ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?