You Ain Going Nowhere

G Am 
Clouds so swift, the rain won‘t lift 
C G 
The gates won‘t close, the railings froze 
Am 
Get your mind off wintertime 
C G 
You ain‘t going nowhere 
 
Ooo-wee, ride me high 
Tomorrow‘s the day my bride‘s gonna come 
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly 
Down in the easy chair 
 
I don‘t care how many letters they sent 
The morning came and the morning went 
Pick up your money, pack up your tent, 
You ain‘t going nowhere 
 
Ooo-wee... 
 
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots 
Tailgates and substitutes 
Strap yourself to the tree with roots 
You ain‘t going nowhere 
 
Ooo-wee... 
 
Gengis Khan 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 
 
Ooo-wee...