The Man In Me
Bob Dylan
3:07Clouds so swift, rain won't lift Gate won't close, railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't goin' nowhere Ooh-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Oh-oh, are we gonna fly Down to the easy chair? 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 Ooh-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh-oh, are we gonna fly Down to the easy chair Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ain't going nowhere Ooh-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh-oh, are we gonna fly Down to the easy chair Genghis Khan, he could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep When we come up to it Ooh-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day that my bride's gonna come Ooh-oh, are we gonna fly Down to the easy chair