(G)Woo-ee, (Amin)ride me high,
(C)Tomorrow's the day my (G)bride's gonna come.
(G)Oh, oh are (Amin)we gonna fly,
(C)Down in my easy (G)chair.

I don't care how many letters they sent,
The morning came, and the morning went.
Pack up your money, pick up your tent,
You ain't going nowhere.

Woo-ee, ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come.
Oh, oh are we gonna fly,
Down in my easy chair.

But me a flute and a gun that shoots,
Tailgate and substitutes.
Strap yourself to a tree with roots,
You ain't going nowhere.

Woo-ee, ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come.
Oh, oh are we gonna fly,
Down in my easy chair.

Now Ghengis 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.