YOU AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE BOB DYLAN
G Am C G
Clouds so swift, rain won't lift, gate wont close, railings froze
G Am C G
Get your mind of wintertime, You ain't goin' nowhere
Chorus:
G Am C G
Oooh-eee, ride me high, tomorrow's the day that my bride's gonna come
G Am C G
Ooh-ooh, are we gonna fly, down in the easy chair
I don't care how many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money and pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tail gates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
Gengis Khan he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we come up to it
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The above is solely MY INTERPRETATION of this great song, in a format aimed at learning guitarists.
No attempt has been made to copy or reproduce the artist's or publisher's sheet music for the song,
if such exists.
It can be used for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. To play the song as it should be played, you should
purchase the official sheetmusic for the song. You should also purchase and listen to the song to learn
the rhythm and timing of the song - this is essential if you wish to play the song with any degree of accuracy
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