You ain`t goin` nowhere
G Am
1. Clouds so swift,
rain won`t lift,
C G
gate won`t close, railing`s froze.
Am C G
Get your mind off winter time, you ain`t goin` nowhere.
G
Am
Whooee! Ride me high,
C G
tomorrow`s the day my
bride`s gonna come.
Am C G
Oh, oh, are we gonna
fly, down in the easy chair.
G Am
2. I don`t care, how many letters you sent,
C G
morning came and morning went.
Am
Pick up your money and pick up your tent,
C G
you ain`t goin` nowhere. + CHORUS
G Am
3. Buy me a flute and
a gun that shoots,
C G
tail gates and substitutes.
Am
Strap yourself to the tree with roots,
C G
you ain`t going nowhere. + CHORUS
G Am
4. Gengis Khan, he
could not keep,
C G
all his kings supplied with sleep.
Am
We`ll climb that hill no matter how steep,
C G
when we get up to it. + CHORUS
(Bob Dylan)