Clouds so swift, the rain wont lift Gates wont close, the railings froze So get your mind off wintertime You aint going nowhere Ooooo ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come Oooo 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 aint going nowhere Ooooo ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come Oooo are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair Well I dont care how many letters they sent The morning came and the morning went So pack up your money, and pick up your tent You aint going nowhere Ooooo ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides 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 Well climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Ooooo ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come Oooo are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair Ooooo ride me high Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come Oooo are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair
ooooo, oooo, bride, chair, tomorrow