You Ain’t Going Nowhere (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

[Verse 1]
Clouds so swift, rain won’t lift
Gates won’t close, railing’s froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
I don’t care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pick up your money and pack up your tents
You ain’t goin’ nowhere

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Buy me a flute, a gun that shoots
The tailgatеs and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You ain’t goin’ nowherе

[Chorus]
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

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 4]
Genghis Khan- 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

[Chorus]
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

One more!
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