pro#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # #110 {title:You Ain't Goin' Nowhere} {st:Bob Dylan} [D]Clouds so swift, [Em]rain won't lift, [G]Gates won't close, the [D]railing's froze. Get your mind off [Em]winter time, [G]You ain't goin' no[D]where. {c:Chorus:} [D]Oooo, Eeeee, [Em]Ride me high, [G]One of these days my [D]man's gonna come. Oh Lord, [Em]we gonna fly, [G]Down in the easy [D]chair. I don't care Morning came Pick up your But we still how many letters they sent, and morning went. money and pack your tent, ain't goin' nowhere.

{c:Chorus.} Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, Tailgates and substitutes, Strap yourself with the tree with roots, You ain't goin' nowhere. {c:Chorus.} Ghengis Khan he could not keep All his kings supplied with reap. Climb that hill no matter how steep, We still ain't goin' nowhere. {c:Chorus.} # # Submitted to the archives # by Steve Putz # 7 September 1992

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