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!


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 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!


Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings

Supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get 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!