You Ain't Going Nowhere - Roger McGuinn

Clouds so swift, the rain won’t lift

Ceilings close, the gate is froze

Get your mind off wintertime

You ain’t goin' nowhere.

Chorus:

Ooo-wee, she rides me high, Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come

Ooh-ho, Are we gonna fly, down in the easy chair

Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots

Tailgates and substitutes

Strap yourself to a tree with roots

You ain’t goin' nowhere

I don’t care how many letters they sent

The morning came, the morning went

So pack up your money, pull up your tent

You ain’t goin' nowhere

Genghis Kahn, he could not keep

All his men supplied with sleep

We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep

After we get up to it