You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

(álbum: Songs Of Bob Dylan - 2017)

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 going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and the morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

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
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down in the easy chair!

Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, we going to fly
Down into the easy chair!