歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits, Vol. 2》

Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' 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
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money and pack up your tent
You ain't goin' 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?

Buy me a flute and a gun
That shoots tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't goin' 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?

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?