|Titel:||You ain't going nowhere|
Clouds so swifft, rain won't lift, gate won't close, the railings froze.
Get your mind off wintertime, you ain't going nowhere.
Whooee 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 sent, morning came and morning went.
Pick up your money and pack up your tent, you ain't goinig nowhere.
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots, tailgates and substitutes.
Strap yourself to the tree with roots, you ain't goinig nowhere.
Genghis Kahn he could not keep, all his knights supplied with sleep.
We'll climb that hill, no matter how steep, but we still ain't going nowhere.