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Clouds so swift, rain won't lift |
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Gate won't close, the railings froze |
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Get your mind off wintertime |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Whoo-ee! Ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, 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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Pick up your money and pack up your tent |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Whoo-ee! Ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, 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 the tree with roots |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Whoo-ee! Ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair! |
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Genghis 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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But we still ain't going nowhere |
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Whoo-ee! Ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair! |
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Whoo-ee! Ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair! |
