Тональность
G Am Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift C G The gates won't close, the railings froze Am Get your mind off wintertime C G You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair I don't care how many letters they sent The morning came and the morning went Pick up your money, pack up your tent, You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee... Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ain't going nowhere Ooo-wee... Gengis Khan he could not keep All his kings supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Ooo-wee...
