Текст (слова) песни: Byrds, The - You Ain`t Goin Nowhere
Written by Bob Dylan
Clouds so swift Rain won`t lift Gate won`t close Railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain`t goin 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 goin 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 goin 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 Kahn 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 are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair
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