Coverafbeelding The Byrds - You Ain't Going Nowhere
  • Statistieken
  •   3 wkn Tipparade
  •   1968

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Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind
Off wintertime
You ain't going 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
The morning came
And morning went
Pack up your money
Pick up your tent
You ain't going 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 going 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

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

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ArtiestThe Byrds
 A-kant
Titel You Ain't Going Nowhere
 B-kant
Platenlabel CBS
Catalogusnr 3411


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