Dylan Bob - You Aint Goin Nowhere, аккорды

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{title:You Ain't Goin' Nowhere}
{st:Bob Dylan}
[
D
]Clouds so swift, [
Em
]rain won't lift,
[
G
]Gates won't close, the [
D
]railing's froze.
Get your mind off [
Em
]winter time,
[
G
]You ain't goin' no[
D
]where.

{c:Chorus:}
     [
D
]Oooo, Eeeee, [
Em
]Ride me high,
     [
G
]One of these days my [
D
]man's gonna come.
     Oh Lord, [
Em
]we gonna fly,
     [
G
]Down in the easy [
D
]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.

     {c: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.

     {c: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.

     {c:Chorus.}
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz 
# 7 September 1992