Written by Bob Dylan. Clouds 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 gonna come. Oh Oh are we gonna fly. Down in the easy chair. I don't care. How many letters they send. Morning came and morning went. Pack up your money. Pick up your tent. You ain't goin nowhere. Whoo-ee ride me high. Tomorrow's the day. My bride's 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 a tree with roots. You ain't goin nowhere. Whoo-ee ride me high. Tomorrow's the day. My bride's gonna come. Oh Oh are we gonna fly. Down in the easy chair. Now Genghis Kahn. He could not keep. All his kings. Supplied with sleep. We'll climb that hill no matter how steep. When we get up to it. Whoo-ee ride me high. Tomorrow's the day. My bride's gonna come. Oh Oh are we gonna fly. Down in the easy chair.