You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere
By Chris Hillman (with Roger McGuinn)
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/24/04


G                    Am
Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
C                   G
Ceilings close, the gate is froze
G                 Am  
Get your mind off wintertime
C                 G 
You ain't goin' nowhere.


Chorus:
G            Am                C                  G
Ooo-wee, she rides me high, Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
G           Am            C                G 
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