Joan Baez — You Ain’t Goin Nowhere

Clouds so swift, rain won't lift Gate won't close, the railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my man'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 going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my man'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 going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my man'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 But we still ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair!