Clouds so swift   Rain won't lift   Gate won't close   Railings froze   Get your mind on wintertime   You ain't goin' nowhere   Whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   I said woah no, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!      Well now, I don't care   How many letters they sent   Morning came and morning went   Pack up your money   And pick up your tent   Yeah, you know you ain't goin' nowhere   Whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   I said woah no, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!      Ohnow, buy me a flute   And a gun that shoots   Tailgates and substitutes   Strap yourself   To the tree with roots   Oh, girl, you ain't goin' nowhere   Now everybody sing, whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   Said woah-no, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!      Now you know, Genghis Khan   He could not keep   All his kings   Supplied with sleep   And we'll climb that hill no matter how steep   Yeah just as soon as we get the hell up to it   Everybody sing whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   I said woah-no, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!       Now, everybody sing whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   I said woah-no, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!       One more time, whoo-ee! Ride me high   Tomorrow's the day   My bride's gonna come   I said woah-no, are we gonna fly   Down in the easy chair!