Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin nowhere

*(Ooee) ride behind
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonning to come
Oh oh, are we going to fly
Down in the easy chair

I don't care how many letters they send
The morning came, morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
You ain't goin nowhere

(* Repeat)

Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You ain't goin nowhere

(* Repeat)

Now Genghis Kahn, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill, no matter how steep
When we get up to it

(* Repeat)