Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close, railways froze
Get your mind off wintertime
Cause you ain't going nowhere
Ooh wee,
ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Oh,
are we gonna fly down in the easy chair?
Well I don't care how many letters they've sent The morning came,
the morning went
Pack up your money,
pick up your tent Cause you ain't going nowhere
Ooh wee,
ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
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 Cause you ain't going nowhere
Ooh wee,
ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh,
are we gonna fly down in the easy chair?
Well Genghis Khan,
he could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill,
no matter how steep When we get up to it
Ooh wee,
ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh,
are we gonna fly down in the easy chair?
Ooh wee,
ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oh,
are we gonna fly down in the easy chair?