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Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close Railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we going to fly Down in the easy chair! I don't care How many letters they sent Morning came and the morning went Pick up your money And pack up your tent You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, we going to fly Down in the easy chair! SongtexteBuy me a flute And a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself To the tree with roots You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, we going to fly Down in the easy chair! 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 Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, we going to fly Down in the easy chair! Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, we going to fly Down into the easy chair! Aus Songtexte Mania