| Clouds so swift, rain won’t lift
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| Gate won’t close, the railings froze
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| Get your mind off wintertime
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| Whoo-ee! |
| Ride me high
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| Tomorrow’s the day my man’s gonna come
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| Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
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| Down in the easy chair!
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| I don’t care how many letters they sent
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| Morning came and morning went
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| Pick up your money and pack up your tent
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| Whoo-ee! |
| Ride me high
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| Tomorrow’s the day my man’s gonna come
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| Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
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| Down in the easy chair!
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| Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
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| Tailgates and substitutes
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| Strap yourself to the tree with roots
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| Whoo-ee! |
| Ride me high
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| Tomorrow’s the day my man’s gonna come
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| Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
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| Down in the easy chair!
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| Genghis Khan, he could not keep
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| All his kings supplied with sleep
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| We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
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| But we still ain’t going nowhere
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| Whoo-ee! |
| Ride me high
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| Tomorrow’s the day my man’s gonna come
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| Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
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| Down in the easy chair!
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| Whoo-ee! |
| Ride me high
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| Tomorrow’s the day my man’s gonna come
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| Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
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| Down in the easy chair! |