You Ain't Goin' Nowhere (outtake 2) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Clouds so swift, rain won′t lift
Gate won't close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain′t goin' nowhere

Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride′s gonna come
Oh-oh, are we gonna fly
Down to 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 going nowhere


Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow′s the day my bride's gonna come
Ooh-oh, are we gonna fly
Down to 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 going nowhere

Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride′s gonna come
Ooh-oh, are we gonna fly
Down to the easy chair

Genghis 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


Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow's the day that my bride′s gonna come
Ooh-oh, are we gonna fly
Down to the easy chair