Verse1:
G Am
Cloud so swift, the rain won't lift
C G
Ceilings close, the gate is froze.
G Am
Get you mind off wintertime,
C G
You ain't goin' nowhere.
Chorus:
G Am C G
Ooo-wee, she rides me high, Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
G Am C G
Ooh-ho, Are we gonna fly, down in the easy chair.
Verse2:
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots,
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots,
You ain't goin' nowhere.
Verse3:
I don't care how many letters they sent,
The morning came, the morning went.
So pack up your money, pull up your tent,
You ani't goin' nowhere.
Verse4:
Genghis Kahn, he could not keep
All his men supplied with sleep {or "sheep" if you prefer}
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
After we get up to it.