Written by Bob Dylan
Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, Oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
I don't care
How many letters they send
Morning came and morning went
Pack up your money
Pick up your tent
You ain't goin nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, Oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To a tree with roots
You ain't goin nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, Oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Now Genghis Kahn
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
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, Oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair(Christmas, Christmas. Christmas)
Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is fallin’ on the ground (Christmas, Christmas)
Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is on the ground (Christmas, Christmas)
Well, you be a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town. (Christmas, Christmas)
Got no sleigh with reindeer, no sack on my back
You’re gonna see me comin’ in a big black Cadillac
Whoa oh it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is fallin’ on the ground (Christmas, Christmas)
Well, you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town.
(Christmas, Christmas. Christmas)
Hang up your pretty stockings, turn off the light
Santa Claus is comin’ down your chimney tonight
Whoa oh oh oh it’s Christmas time pretty baby (Christmas)
And the snow is fallin’ on the ground
(Christmas, wah wah wah wah wah Christmas)
Well, you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town. (Christmas, Christmas. Christmas)