G Am Clouds so swift, the rain wonʼt lift C G The gates wonʼt close, the railings froze Am Get your mind off wintertime C G You ainʼt going nowhere Ooo-wee, ride me high Tomorrowʼs the day my brideʼs gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair I donʼt care how many letters they sent The morning came and the morning went Pick up your money, pack up your tent, You ainʼt going nowhere Ooo-wee... Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ainʼt going nowhere Ooo-wee... Gengis Khan he could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep Weʼll climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Ooo-wee...
