Verse1: 
G                   Am 
Cloud so swift, the rain won't lift 
C                   G 
Ceilings close, the gate is froze. 
G                Am   
Get you mind off wintertime, 
C                 G  
You ain't goin' nowhere. 
 
Chorus: 
G            Am                C                  G 
Ooo-wee, she rides me high, Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 
G           Am            C                G  
Ooh-ho, Are we gonna fly, down in the easy chair. 
 
Verse2: 
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, 
Tailgates and substitutes 
Strap yourself to a tree with roots, 
You ain't goin' nowhere. 
 
Verse3: 
I don't care how many letters they sent, 
The morning came, the morning went. 
So pack up your money, pull up your tent, 
You ani't goin' nowhere. 
 
Verse4: 
Genghis Kahn, he could not keep  
All his men supplied with sleep {or "sheep" if you prefer} 
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep 
After we get up to it.