Clouds so swift, rain won't lift

Gate won't close, the railings froze

Get your mind off wintertime

You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee! Ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my man'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 going nowhere

Whoo-ee! Ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my man's 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 ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee! Ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my man'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

But we still ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee! Ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come

Oh, oh, are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair!



Whoo-ee! Ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come

Oh, oh, are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair!