Title: You Ain't Going Nowhere

Artist: Byrds

Clouds so swift,
the rain won´t lift
The gate won´t close,
the railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain´t goin´ nowhere.

Whooee! 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,
the morning came,
the morning went.
Pack up your money,
pick up your tent,
You ain´t goin´ nowhere.

Whooee! 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 the tree with roots.
You ain´t goin´ nowhere.

Whooee! 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 Kahn
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.

Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.

Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.

Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.

Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.

Soft karaoke
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