You Ain't Going Nowhere Bob Dylan, as performed by The Nitty Gritty Dirty Band (G)Clouds so swift, (Am)rain won’t lift (C)Gate won’t close, (G)railings froze Get your mind off (Am)wintertime (C)You ain’t goin’ no(G)where    Whoo-ee! (Am)Ride me high    To(C)morrow’s the day    My (G)bride’s gonna come    Oh, oh, are (Am)we gonna fly    (C)Down in the easy (G)chair! Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ain’t goin’ nowhere    Whoo-ee! Ride me high... I don’t care / How many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money, and pack up your tent You ain’t goin’ nowhere    Whoo-ee! Ride me high... 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    Whoo-ee! Ride me high...   alles-uke.de