(Bob Dylan)


Clouds so swift

Rain won't lift

Gate won't close

Railings froze

Get your mind of 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 some 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 come 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!