Текст песни




Cloud so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's going to 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 up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's goin' to come
Oh, oh, we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair?
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to tree the and roots
You ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's goin' to 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 come up to it
Whoo-ee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's going to come
Oh-oh, we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair



Авторы: BOB DYLAN


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