Released: November 17, 1971

Songwriter: Bob Dylan

Producer: Bob Dylan The Band

[Verse 1]
Clouds so swift, rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin' nowhere

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