You Ain Goin Nowhere

[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.}