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 gonna fly down in the easy chair
I don’t care How many letters they send. Morning came and morning went.
Pack up your money. Pick up your tent. You ain’t going nowhere.
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots. Tailgates and substitutes.
Strap yourself To a tree with roots. You ain’t going nowhere.
Now Genghis Kahn, he could not keep all his kings supplied with sheep.
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep when we get up to it.