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DClouds so swift, erain won't lift,
GGates won't close, the Drailing's froze.
Get your mind off ewinter time,
GYou ain't goin' Dnowhere.

DOooo, weeee, eride me high,
GOne of these days my Dman's gonna come.
Oh Lord, ewe gonna fly,
GDown in the easy Dchair.

I don't care how many letters they sent,
Morning came and morning went.
Pick up your money and pack your tent,
But we still ain't goin' nowhere.

DOooo, weeee, eride me high,
GOne of these days my Dman's gonna come.
Oh Lord, ewe gonna fly,
GDown in the easy Dchair.

Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots,
Tailgates and substitutes,
Strap yourself with the tree with roots,
You ain't goin' nowhere.

DOooo, weeee, eride me high,
GOne of these days my Dman's gonna come.
Oh Lord, ewe gonna fly,
GDown in the easy Dchair.

Ghengis Khan he could not keep
All his kings supplied with reap.
Climb that hill no matter how steep,
We still ain't goin' nowhere.