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#110
{title:You Ain't Goin' Nowhere}
{st:Bob Dylan}
[[D]]Clouds so swift, [[Em]]rain won't lift,
[[G]]Gates won't close, the [[D]]railing's froze.
Get your mind off [[Em]]winter time,
[[G]]You ain't goin' no[[D]]where.
{c:Chorus:}
[[D]]Oooo, Eeeee, [[Em]]Ride me high,
[[G]]One of these days my [[D]]man's gonna come.
Oh Lord, [[Em]]we gonna fly,
[[G]]Down in the easy [[D]]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