Clouds so swift, rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close, Railings froze
Get your mind off winter time
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…….
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…….
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…….
Down in the easy chaaaaaaaaair!