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Clouds so swift, rain won't lift |
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Gate won't close, railing's froze |
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Get your mind off wintertime |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Ooee, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh ho, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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I don't care how many letters they sent |
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Morning came and morning went |
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Pack up your money, pick up your tent |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Ooee, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh ho, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots |
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Tailgates and substitutes |
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Strap yourself to a tree with roots |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Ooee, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh ho, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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Now Genghis |
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Khan, he could not keep |
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All his kings supplied with sleep |
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We'll climb that hill, no matter how steep |
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When we get up to it |
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Ooee, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh ho, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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Ooee, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh ho, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
