Byrds

1:
Cloud so swift, the rain won't lift
Ceilings close, the gate is froze.
Get you mind off wintertime,
You ain't goin' nowhere.

CHORUS:
Ooo-wee, she rides me high,
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Ooh-ho, Are we gonna fly,
down in the easy chair.

2:
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots,
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots,
You ain't goin' nowhere.

3:
I don't care how many letters they sent,
The morning came, the morning went.
So pack up your money, pull up your tent,
You ani't goin' nowhere.

4:
Genghis Kahn, he could not keep
All his men supplied with sheep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
After we get up to it.