You Aint Goin Nowhere — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Clouds so swift

Rain wont lift

Gate wont close

Railings froze

Get your mind off wintertime

You aint goin nowhere

Whoo-ee! ride me high

Tomorrows the day

My brides gonna come

Oh, oh, are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair!



I dont care

How many letters they sent

Morning came and morning went

Pick up your money

And pack up your tent

You aint goin nowhere

Whoo-ee! ride me high

Tomorrows the day

My brides 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 the tree with roots

You aint goin nowhere

Whoo-ee! ride me high

Tomorrows the day

My brides gonna come

Oh, oh, are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair!





Genghis khan

He could not keep

All his kings

Supplied with sleep

Well climb that hill no matter how steep

When we get up to it

Whoo-ee! ride me high

Tomorrows the day

My brides gonna come

Oh, oh, are we gonna fly

Down in the easy chair!