You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Clouds so swift, rain won't lift Gate won't close, railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't going 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 going 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 going 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 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