Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift 

gates won't close, the railing's froze. 

So get your mind off wintertime, 

you ain't going 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 

tail gates and substitutes 

strap yourself to a tree with roots, 

you ain't going nowhere 

ooooo ride me high 

tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 

oooo are we gonna fly 

down in the easy chair 

Well I don't care how many letters they sent 

The morning came and the morning went 

so pick up your money, and pack up your tent 

you ain't going nowhere 

ooooo ride me high 

tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 

oooo are we gonna fly 

down in the easy chair 

And Genghis Khan he could not keep 

all his men supplied with sleep. 

We'll climb that hill no matter how steep 

when we get up to it 

ooooo ride me high 

tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 

oooo are we gonna fly 

down in the easy chair 

ooooo ride me high 

tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 

oooo are we gonna fly 

down in the easy chair