I like it    I don't like it

Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift

Gates won't close, the railing's froze.

So get your mind off wintertime,

You ain't going nowhere.

Ooooo ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oooo are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair

Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots

Tail gates and substitutes

Strap yourself to a tree with roots,

You ain't going nowhere

Ooooo ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oooo are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair

Well I don't care how many letters they sent

The morning came and the morning went

So pack up your money, and pick up your tent

You ain't going nowhere

Ooooo ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oooo are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair

And Genghis Khan he could not keep

All his men supplied with sleep.

We'll climb that hill no matter how steep

When we get up to it

Ooooo ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oooo are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair

Ooooo ride me high

Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come

Oooo are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair