You Ain't Going Nowhere

Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
 The gates won't close, the railing's froze
 So get your mind off wintertime
 You ain't going nowhere
 Ooh-e, you 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 a tree with roots
 You ain't going nowhere
 Ooh-e, you ride me high
 Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
 Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
 Down in the easy chair?
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 Well, I don't care how many letters they sent
 The morning came and the morning went
 Pack up your money, pick up your tent
 You ain't going nowhere
 Ooh-e, you ride me high
 Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
 Oh, oh, 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
 Ooh-e, you ride me high
 Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
 Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
 Down in the easy chair?
 Ooh-e, you ride me high
 Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
 Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
 Down in the easy chair?
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 Ooh-e, you ride me high
 Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
 Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
 Down in the easy chair?
 Ooh-e, you ride me high
 Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
 Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
 Down in the easy chair?