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DClouds so swift, raein won't lift,
GGates won't close, the raDiling's froze.
Get your mind off weinter time,
GYou ain't goin' nowhDere.

DOooo, weeee, reide me high,
GOne of these days my mDan's gonna come.
Oh Lord, wee gonna fly,
DGown in the easy chDair.

DI don't care how many eletters they sent,
GMorning came and Dmorning went.
Pick up your money and epack your tent,
GBut we still ain't goin' Dnowhere.

DOooo, weeee, reide me high,
GOne of these days my mDan's gonna come.
Oh Lord, wee gonna fly,
DGown in the easy chDair.

DBuy me a flute and a egun that shoots,
GTailgates and Dsubstitutes,
Strap yourself with the etree with roots,
GYou ain't goin' Dnowhere.

DOooo, weeee, reide me high,
GOne of these days my mDan's gonna come.
Oh Lord, wee gonna fly,
DGown in the easy chDair.

DGhengis Khan he ecould not keep
GAll his kings supplied Dwith reap.
Climb that hill no matter ehow steep,
GWe still ain't goin' Dnowhere.