-## {title:You Ain't Goin' Nowhere} {st:Bob Dylan} [D]Clouds so swift, [Em]rain won't lift, [G]Gates won't close, the [D]railing's froze. Get your mind off [Em]winter time, [G]You ain't goin' no[D]where.
{c:Chorus:} [D]Oooo, Eeeee, [Em]Ride me high, [G]One of these days my [D]man's gonna come. Oh Lord, [Em]we gonna fly, [G]Down in the easy [D]chair.
I don't care how many letters they sent, Morning came and morning went. Pick up your money and pack your tent, But we still ain't goin' nowhere.
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Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, Tailgates and substitutes, Strap yourself with the tree with roots, You ain't goin' nowhere.
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Ghengis Khan he could not keep All his kings supplied with reap. Climb that hill no matter how steep, We still ain't goin' nowhere.
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