Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railing froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
tailgates and subititutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
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