Fly so swift the rain won't lift 
The gate won't close    the railings frooze 
Get your mind on winter time  you ain't going nowhere 
Ooh  we ride me high tomorrows the day my brides gonna come 
Oh oh are we gonna fly down in the easy chair
I don't care how many letters they sent 
The morning came the morning went
Pack up your money pick up your tent you ain't going nowhere
Ooh  we ride me high tomorrows the day my brides gonna come 
Oh oh 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 you ain't going nowhere
Ooh  we ride me high tomorrows the day my brides gonna come 
Oh oh are we gonna fly down in the easy chair
Now Gingus 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  
Ooh  we ride me high tomorrows the day my brides gonna come 
Oh oh are we gonna fly down in the easy chair
Ooh  we ride me high tomorrows the day my brides gonna come 
Oh oh are we gonna fly down in the easy chair