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?

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?

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?