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Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift |
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Gates won't close, the railing's froze. |
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So get your mind off wintertime, |
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You ain't going nowhere. |
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Ooooo ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oooo are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair |
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Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots |
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Tail gates and substitutes |
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Strap yourself to a tree with roots, |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Ooooo ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oooo are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair |
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Well i don't care how many letters they sent |
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The morning came and the morning went |
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So pack up your money, and pick up your tent |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Ooooo ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oooo are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair |
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And genghis khan he could not keep |
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All his men supplied with sleep. |
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We'll climb that hill no matter how steep |
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When we get up to it |
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Ooooo ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oooo are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair |
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Ooooo ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oooo are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair |
