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You Ain't Goin' Nowhere Video (MV)




Performed By: Katch 22
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Bob Dylan
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Katch 22 - You Ain't Goin' Nowhere Lyrics




Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee ride me high, tomorrow's the day
My Bride's gonna come, oh, oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

I don't care how many letters they send
Morning came and morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee ride me high, tomorrow's the day
My Bride's gonna come, oh, oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee ride me high, tomorrow's the day
My Bride's gonna come, oh, oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Now Genghis 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
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English

Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee ride me high, tomorrow's the day
My Bride's gonna come, oh, oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

I don't care how many letters they send
Morning came and morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee ride me high, tomorrow's the day
My Bride's gonna come, oh, oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere

Whoo-ee ride me high, tomorrow's the day
My Bride's gonna come, oh, oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Now Genghis 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
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Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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