Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's a-gonna come
Oh, oh - are we gonna fly
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 your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's a-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 thе tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whooee! Ride mе high
Tomorrow's the day my brides a-gonna come
Oh, oh - 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
When we get to it
Whoee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my brides a-gonna come
Oh, oh - are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair