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SOL LAm
Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
DO SOL
The gates won't close, the railings froze
LAm
Get your mind off wintertime
DO SOL
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
I don't care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pick up your money, pack up your tent,
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee...
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere
Ooo-wee...
Gengis Khan 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
Ooo-wee...
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