Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
Gates won't close, the railings froze
So get your mind off wintertime
You ain't going nowhere

Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

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

Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Well I don't care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
So pack up your money, and pick up your tent
You ain't going nowhere

Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

And genghis khan he could not keep
All his men supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it

Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bob Dylan