G Clouds so swift Am Rain won't lift C Gate won't close G Railings froze G am Get your mind off wintertime C g You ain't goin' nowhere G am Whoo-ee! ride me high C Tomorrow's the day G My bride's gonna come G am Oh, oh, are we gonna fly C g Down in the easy chair! ?
I don't care How many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money And pack up your tent You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! 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 the tree with roots You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! ?
Djenghis 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, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair!
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