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DEmClouds so swift, rain won't lift,GDGates won't close, the railing's froze.EmGet your mind off winter time,GDYou ain't goin' nowhere. Chorus:DEmOooo, Eeeee, Ride me high,GDOne of these days my man's gonna come.EmOh Lord, we gonna fly,GDDown in the easy chair. I don't care how many letters they sent, Morning came and morning went. Pick up your money and pack your tent, But we still ain't goin' nowhere. Chorus Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, Tailgates and substitutes, Strap yourself with the tree with roots, You ain't goin' nowhere. Chorus Ghengis Khan he could not keep All his kings supplied with reap. Climb that hill no matter how steep, We still ain't goin' nowhere. Chorus