Clouds so swift, the rain won’t lift
Ceilings close, the gate is froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin' nowhere.
Chorus:
Ooo-wee, she rides me high, Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Ooh-ho, 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 goin' nowhere
I don’t care how many letters they sent
The morning came, the morning went
So pack up your money, pull up your tent
You ain’t goin' nowhere
Genghis Kahn, he could not keep
All his men supplied with sleep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
After we get up to it

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