Clouds so swift   Rain won't lift   Gate won't close   Railings froze   Get your mind off wintertime   You ain't goin' nowhere   Whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   Oh, oh, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!      I don't care   How many letters they sent   Morning came and morning went   Pick up your money   And pack up your tent   You ain't goin' nowhere   Whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's 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 the tree with roots   You ain't goin' nowhere   Whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   Oh, oh, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!      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   Whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   Oh, oh, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!