G Am C G
Clouds so swift, rain won't lift, gate wont close, railings froze
G Am C G
Get your mind of wintertime, You ain't goin' nowhere


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 goin' nowhere

Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tail gates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere

Gengis Khan he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we come up to it