Released: September 1, 2017

Songwriter: Bob Dylan

Producer: Jack Petruzzelli Joan Osborne Keith Cotton

[Verse 1]
Clouds so swift
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t going nowhere

[Chorus]
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

[Verse 2]
I don’t care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and the morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain’t going nowhere

[Chorus]
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

[Verse 3]
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain’t going nowhere

[Chorus]
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

[Verse 4]
Genghis Khan
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

[Chorus]
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

[Chorus]
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down into the easy chair!