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

Ooh, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day, my bride's gonna come
Ooh, 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

Ooh, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day, my bride's gonna come
Ooh, 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

Ooh, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day, my bride's gonna come
Ooh, 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

Ooh, ride me high
Tomorrow's the da, my bride's gonna come
Ooh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?

Ooh, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day, my bride's gonna come
Ooh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?