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)