You Ain't Going Nowhere
Written by Bob Dylan
Recorded by Frank McKinnon

LYRICS

Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift, gates won't close, and railings froze. So, get your mind off wintertime. You ain't going nowhere.

Ooo we, ride me high. Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come. Ooo we, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair.

Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, tailgates and substitutes. Tie yourself to a tree with roots. You ain't going nowhere.

Ooo we, ride me high. Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come. Ooo we, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair.

Well, I don't care how many letters they sent. Morning came and the morning went. So, pack up your money, and pick up your tent. You ain't going nowhere.

Ooo we, ride me high. Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come. Ooo we, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair.

Genghis khan: he could not keep all his men supplied with sleep. We'll climb that hill no matter how steep when we get up to it.

Ooo we, ride me high. Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come. Ooo we, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair.

Ooo we, ride me high. Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come. Ooo we, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair.

Ooo we, ride me high. Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come. Ooo we, are we gonna fly down in the easy chair.

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Frank McKinnon:
Guitar
Vocal

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