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BOB DYLAN'S GREATEST HITS VOL. 2

YOU AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE
Word and Music by: Bob Dylan - 1967

Recorded on 'Greatest Hits Vol. 2' (1971), 'The Basement Tapes' (1975), 'The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration' (1993) and 'The Essential' (2000)

 

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GREATEST HITS VOL. 2 VERSION

(Capo 2nd Fret on other versions)

G                              Am
Clouds so swift an' rain falling in
C                               G
Gonna see a movie called "Gunda Din"
G                       Am     C              Am
Pack up your money, pull up your tent McGuinn
C                           G
You ain't goin' nowhere.

        G              Am
        Whoo-ee! Ride me high
     
       C
        Tomorrow's the day
   
                     G
        That my bride's gonna come
     
   G                   Am
        Whoo-ee! are we gonna fly
    
    C                               G
        Down into the easy chair!

Genghis Khan an' his brother Don
Could not keep on keepin' on
We'll climb that bridge after it's gone
After we way past it

        Whoo-ee! Ride me high
        Tomorrow's the day
        That my bride's gonna come
        Whoo-ee! are we gonna fly
        Down into the easy chair!

Buy me rings an' a gun that sings
A flute that toots an' a bee that stings
A sky that cries an' a bird that flies
A fish that walks an' a dog that talks

        Whoo-ee! Ride me high
        Tomorrow's the day
        That my bride's gonna come
        Whoo-ee! are we gonna fly
        Down into the easy chair!

(Instrumental)

        Whoo-ee! Ride me high
        Tomorrow's the day
        That my bride's gonna come
        Whoo-ee! are we gonna fly
        Down into the easy chair!



ORIGINAL WORDS

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

        Whoo-ee! 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 sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere

        Whoo-ee! 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

        Whoo-ee! Ride me high
        Tomorrow's the day
        My bride's gonna come
        Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
        Down in 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 get up to it

        Whoo-ee! Ride me high
        Tomorrow's the day
        My bride's gonna come
        Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
        Down in the easy chair!


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