Clouds so swift,
the rain wonґt lift
The gate wonґt close,
the railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ainґt goinґ nowhere.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrowґs the day
my brideґs gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
I donґt care
how many letters they send,
the morning came,
the morning went.
Pack up your money,
pick up your tent,
You ainґt goinґ nowhere.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrowґs the day
my brideґs 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 ainґt goinґ nowhere.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrowґs the day
my brideґs gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Now Genghis Kahn
he could not keep,
All his kings
supplied with sleep,
Weґll climb that hill
no matter how steep,
When we get up to it.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrowґs the day
my brideґs gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrowґs the day
my brideґs gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrowґs the day
my brideґs gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrowґs the day
my brideґs gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair. |
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