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{title:You Ain't Goin' Nowhere}
{st:Bob Dylan}
Clouds so swift, rain won't lift,
Gates won't close, the railing's froze.
Get your mind off winter time,
You ain't goin' nowhere.
{c:Chorus:}
Oooo, Eeeee, Ride me high,
One of these days my man's gonna come.
Oh Lord, we gonna fly,
Down in the easy 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.
{c:Chorus.}
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots,
Tailgates and substitutes,
Strap yourself with the tree with roots,
You ain't goin' nowhere.
{c:Chorus.}
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.
{c:Chorus.}
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992