Fly so swift the rain won't lift The gate won't close the railings froze Get your mind on wintertime You ain't going nowhere Ooowe, 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 The morning came, the morning went Pack up your money pick up your tent You ain't going nowhere Ooowe, 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 Ooowe, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Oh oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair? Now Ghengis Kahn 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 Ooowe, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Oh oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair? Ooowe, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Oh oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair?