Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift The gates won't close, the railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair I don't care how many letters they sent The morning came and the morning went Pick up your money, pack up your tent, You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair Gengis 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 Ooo-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair