Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
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gates won't close, the railing's froze.
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So 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
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My bride'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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tail gates and substitutes
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strap yourself to a tree with roots,
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you ain't going nowhere
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ooooo ride me high
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tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
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oooo are we gonna fly
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down in the easy chair
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Well I don't care how many letters they sent
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The morning came and the morning went
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so pick up your money, and pack up your tent
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you ain't going nowhere
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ooooo ride me high
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tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
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oooo are we gonna fly
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down in the easy chair
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And Genghis Khan he could not keep
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all his men supplied with sleep.
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We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
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when we get up to it
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ooooo ride me high
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tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
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oooo are we gonna fly
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down in the easy chair
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ooooo ride me high
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tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
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oooo are we gonna fly
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down in the easy chair
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You Ain't Going Nowhere
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Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |