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Tom: G G Am Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift C G Ceilings close, the gate is froze G Am Get your mind off wintertime C G You ain't goin' nowhere. G Am C G Ooo-wee, she rides me high, Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come G Am C G Ooh-ho, 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 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 ain't goin' nowhere Genghis Kahn, he could not keep All his men supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep After we get up to it