(Original by Bob Dylan)

Clouds so swift, rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close, railing froze
Get your mind on wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere

Ooh, wee, 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, now I don’t care
How many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
Yeah, you know you ain’t going nowhere

Ooh, wee, 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

Come on, Charlie!

Oh, now buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
Oh, that¹s just Œcause you ain’t going nowhere
Everybody say –

Ooh, wee, 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

Jimmy, come on, back up.

Come on, Dan, follow it up, right here.

Now you know Genghis Khan, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
And we’ll climb that hill
But no matter how steep
I know as soon as we get the hell up to it
Everybody say –

Ooh, wee, 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

Now everybody say –

Ooh, wee, 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
Now one more time –

Ooh, wee, 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

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