Текст песни You Ain't Going Nowhere (Live at the Fillmore, 1997) - Tom Petty , The Heartbreakers
Clouds so sweep
Rain won't lift
Gate wont close
Railing froze
Get your mind off winter time
You ain't going nowhere
Woo-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 send
Morning came, and the morning went
Pick up your money
Pack up your tent
You ain't going nowhere
Woo-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
A gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere
Woo-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 clime that hill
No matter how steep
When we get up to it
Woo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Woo-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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