G Am Clouds so swift, the rain won't liftC G The gates won't close, the railings frozeAm Get your mind off wintertimeC G You ain't going nowhere [Chorus]G Am Ooo-wee, ride me highC G Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeAm Ooh, ooh, are we gonna flyC G Down in the easy chair [Verse 2]G Am I don't care how many letters they sentC G The morning came and the morning wentAm Pick up your money, pack up your tent,C G You ain't going nowhere [Chorus]G Am Ooo-wee, ride me highC G Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeAm Ooh, ooh, are we gonna flyC G Down in the easy chair [Verse 3]G Am Buy me a flute and a gun that shootsC G Tailgates and substitutesAm Strap yourself to the tree with rootsC G You ain't going nowhere [Chorus]G Am Ooo-wee, ride me highC G Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeAm Ooh, ooh, are we gonna flyC G Down in the easy chair [Verse 4]G Am Gengis Khan he could not keepC G All his kings supplied with sleepAm We'll climb that hill no matter how steepC G When we get up to it [Chorus]G Am Ooo-wee, ride me highC G Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna comeAm Ooh, ooh, are we gonna flyC G Down in the easy chair
You Aint Goin Nowhere
The Byrds
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