You Ain't Goin' Nowhere
Bob Dylan / Bob Dylan: Basement Tapes (1967/1975)
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| Clouds so swift - | Rain won't lift - | Gate won't close - | Railings froze. |
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| Get your mind off | wintertime - | You ain't goin' no | where. |
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| Whoo-ee! | Ride me high - To | morrow's the day My | bride's gonna come. |
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| 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. |
| 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 the 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! |
| 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. |
| 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! |