Well the 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!
Well down Genghis Khan he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
But 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 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!
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!
Well the 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!...