You Ain't Going Nowhere

	  		Written by Bob Dylan. This is The Byrds version. 

G                     Am 
Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift 
     C                      G 
The gates won't close, the railings froze 
                    Am 
Get your mind off wintertime 
 C                  G 
You ain't going nowhere  

G                     Am 
Ooo-wee, ride me high 
     C                      G 
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 
                    Am 
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly 
 C                  G 
Down in the easy chair 

G                     Am 
I don't care how many letters they sent 
     C                      G 
The morning came and the morning went 
                    Am 
Pick up your money, pack up your tent, 
 C                  G 
You ain't going nowhere 

G                     Am 
Ooo-wee, ride me high 
     C                      G 
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 
                    Am 
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly 
 C                  G 
Down in the easy chair 

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

G                     Am 
Ooo-wee, ride me high 
     C                      G 
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 
                    Am 
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly 
 C                  G 
Down in the easy chair 

G                     Am 
Gengis Khan he could not keep 
     C                      G 
All his kings supplied with sleep 
                    Am 
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep 
 C                  G 
When we get up to it 

G                     Am 
Ooo-wee, ride me high 
     C                      G 
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come 
                    Am 
Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly 
 C                  G 
Down in the easy chair