You Ain’t Going Nowhere by Bob Dylan. I love that line, “Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come”, so optimistic and happy. When he came to Vancouver last October, it was the second time I saw him, and he played it! I couldn’t understand what the hell he was saying, but damn was it a good show! This was also covered nicely on the Byrd’s Sweetheart of the Rodeo album, a wonderful gateway to country-rock music. I scoffed as well when I first heard it, but hey, I’ve heard it 40 times and I love it. A very summerie type album.
Ride so swift, rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You aint going nowhere.
Ooh, whee, 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 a tree with roots
You aint going nowhere.
Ooh, whee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Oh, no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair.
I don’t care how many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
You aint going nowhere.
Ooh, whee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Oh, no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair.
Ghengis Khan, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sheep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it.
Ooh, whee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Oh, no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair.