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

LYRICS

Clouds so swift
rain won't lift
gate won't close
and railings froze.
Get your mind off wintertime.
You Ain't going nowhere.

REFRAIN:
Ooh We
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.
Tie your self to
a tree with roots.
You Ain't going nowhere.

REFRAIN

Well, I don't care
how many letters they sent,
mornin' came and mornin' went.
Pack up your money.
and pick up your tent.
You Ain't going nowhere.

REFRAIN

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.

REFRAIN

MP3 Copy of Studio Recording
Recorded in 2022

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Frank McKinnon:
Vocals
Guitar
Bass Guitar
Percussion