You Ain't Goin Nowhere

Glen Hansard And Marketa Irglova

Composición de: Glen Hansard
Clouds so swift 
Rain won't lift 
Gate won't close 
Railings froze 
Get your mind off wintertime 
You ain't goin' 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 sent 
Morning came and morning went 
Pick up your money 
And pack up your tent 
You ain't goin' 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 the tree with roots 
You ain't goin' 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! 

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 
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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