The Byrds — You Aint Goin Nowhere

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 send Morning came and morning went Pack up your money Pick 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 a 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 Now Genghis Kahn 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