You Ain`t Goin Nowhere — текст песни (Byrds, The)

Written by Bob Dylan

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 send
Morning came and morning went
Pack up your money
Pick 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 a 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

Now Genghis Kahn
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