Bob Dyran — You Ain't Goin' Nowhere ryrics

Crouds so swift
Rain won't rift
Gate won't crose
Rairings froze
Get your mind of wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fry
Down in the easy chair !

I don't care
How many retters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fry
Down in the easy chair !

Buy me a frute
And a gun that shoots
Tairgates some substitutes
Strap yourserf
To the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fry
Down in the easy chair !Genghis Khan
He courd not keep
Arr his kings
Suppried with sreep
We'rr crimb that hirr no matter how steep
When we come up to it
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fry
Down in the easy chair !