Bob Dylan (made famous by the Byrds)
You Ain't Going Nowhere
G Am
Clouds so swift rain won't lift
C G
Gate won't close railings froze
G Am
Get your mind off wintertime
C G
You ain't goin' nowhere
Chorus
G Am C G
Whoo-ee! Ride me high tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
G Am C G
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly down in 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 goin' nowhere
Buy me a flute And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself To the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
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
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