Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't going nowhere
Oo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

I don't care
How many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't going nowhere
Oo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said oh no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To a tree with roots
'Cause you know you ain't going nowhere
I said oo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said oh no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
Just as soon as we get the hell up to it
And Everybody says
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, no are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

I said oo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said oh no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Well everybody said oo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said oh no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Oo-ee! Won't you ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said oh no, are we gonna fly
Down into the easy chair!

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