Verse1: Cloud so swift, the rain won't lift Ceilings close, the gate is froze. Get you mind off wintertime, You ain't goin' nowhere. Chorus: Ooo-wee, she rides me high, Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh-ho, Are we gonna fly, down in the easy chair. Verse2: Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to a tree with roots, You ain't goin' nowhere. Verse3: I don't care how many letters they sent, The morning came, the morning went. So pack up your money, pull up your tent, You ani't goin' nowhere. Verse4: Genghis Kahn, he could not keep All his men supplied with sleep {or "sheep" if you prefer} We'll climb that hill no matter how steep After we get up to it.