You Ain't Going Nowhere (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

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