Counting Crows — You Aint Goin Nowhere

Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close The railing froze Get your mind on wintertime You ain't goin' nowhere Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair Now I don't care How many letters they sent The morning came and the morning went Pack up your money Pick up your tent You ain't goin' nowhere Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair Oh now, buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to a tree with roots You ain't goin' nowhere Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair Genghis Khan He could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep Just as soon as we get the hell up to it Ooh-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come I said Oh no Are we gonna fly down in the easy chair