| Fly so swift the rain won't lift | |
| The gate won't close the railings froze | |
| Get your mind on wintertime | |
| You ain't going nowhere | |
| Ooowe, ride me high | |
| Tomorrow's the day my bride's 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 | |
| Ooowe, ride me high | |
| Tomorrow's the day my bride's 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 | |
| Ooowe, ride me high | |
| Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come | |
| Oh oh, are we gonna fly | |
| Down in the easy chair? | |
| Now Ghengis 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 | |
| Ooowe, ride me high | |
| Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come | |
| Oh oh, are we gonna fly | |
| Down in the easy chair? | |
| Ooowe, ride me high | |
| Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come | |
| Oh oh, are we gonna fly | |
| Down in the easy chair? |