Tác giả : Band, The
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
G 
Clouds so swift 
Am 
Rain won't lift 
C 
Gate won't close 
G 
Railings froze 
G		       am 
Get your mind off wintertime 
C		   g 
You ain't goin' nowhere 
G	  am 
Whoo-ee! ride me high 
C 
Tomorrow's the day 
G 
My bride's gonna come 
G	    am 
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly 
C		   g 
Down in the easy chair! ? 
 
I don't care 
How many letters they sent 
Morning came and morning went 
Pick up your money 
And pack up your tent 
You ain't goin' nowhere 
Whoo-ee! ride me high 
Tomorrow's the day 
My bride's gonna come 
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly 
Down in the easy chair! ? 
 
Buy me a flute 
And a gun that shoots 
Tailgates and substitutes 
Strap yourself 
To the tree with roots 
You ain't goin' nowhere 
Whoo-ee! ride me high 
Tomorrow's the day 
My bride's gonna come 
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly 
Down in the easy chair! ? 
 
Djenghis 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 
Whoo-ee! ride me high 
Tomorrow's the day 
My bride's gonna come 
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly 
Down in the easy chair!