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You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Höfundur lags: Bob Dylan Höfundur texta: Bob Dylan Flytjandi: Bob Dylan Sent inn af: cazteclo
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[D]Clouds so swift, [Em]rain won't lift, [G]gate won't close, ra[D]ilings froze
[D]Get your mind off w[Em]intertime, y[G]ou ain't goin' nowhe[D]re  

[D]Whoo-ee! [Em]Ride me high, to[G]morrow's the day, my b[D]ride's gonna come
[D]Oh, oh, are [Em]we gonna fly, d[G]own in the easy c[D]hair!

[D]I don't care how many l[Em]etters they sent, m[G]orning came and [D]morning went.
[D]Pick up your money and [Em]pack up your tent, y[G]ou ain't goin' nowh[D]ere.

[D]Whoo-ee! [Em]Ride me high, to[G]morrow's the day, my b[D]ride's gonna come
[D]Oh, oh, are [Em]we gonna fly, d[G]own in the easy c[D]hair!

[D]Buy me a flute, and a [Em]gun that shoots, t[G]ailgates and subs[D]titutes
[D]Strap yourself to the [Em]tree with roots, [G]you ain't goin' no[D]where

[D]Whoo-ee! [Em]Ride me high, to[G]morrow's the day, my b[D]ride's gonna come
[D]Oh, oh, are [Em]we gonna fly, d[G]own in the easy c[D]hair!

[D]Genghis Khan, he [Em]could not keep, [G]all his kings, su[D]pplied with sleep,
[D]We'll climb that hill no m[Em]atter how steep, w[G]hen we get up to [D]it.  

[D]Whoo-ee! [Em]Ride me high, to[G]morrow's the day, my b[D]ride's gonna come
[D]Oh, oh, are [Em]we gonna fly, d[G]own in the easy c[D]hair!


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 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!

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