Текст Counting Crows – You Ain’t Going Nowhere

Clouds so swift
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze

I don’t care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Oo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Oo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day

Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
Just as soon as we get the hell up to it
And Everybody says
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, no are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!