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