You aint goin nowhere Byrds
[G]Get you mind off [Am]wintertime,
[C]You ain't goin' no[G]where.
[G]Ooo-wee, she [Am]rides me high, Tom[C]orrow's the day my [G]bride's gonna come
[G]Ooh-ho, Are [Am]we gonna fly, [C]down in the easy [G]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.
I don't care how many letters they sent,
The morning came, the morning went.
So pack up your money, pull up your tent,
You ani't goin' nowhere.
Genghis Kahn, he could not keep
All his men supplied with sleep (or "sheep" if you prefer)
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
After we get up to it.