Counting Crows
"You Ain't Going Nowhere"

Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind on wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said woah no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Well now, I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pack up your money
And pick up your tent
Yeah, you know you ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said woah no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Ohnow, buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
Oh, girl, you ain't goin' nowhere
Now everybody sing, whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Said woah-no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Now you know, Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
And we'll climb that hill no matter how steep
Yeah just as soon as we get the hell up to it
Everybody sing whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said woah-no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Now, everybody sing whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said woah-no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

One more time, whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
I said woah-no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!