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Written by Bob Dylan. This is The Byrds version.
GClouds so swift, the rAmain won't lift The gCates won't close, the rGailings froze Get your mind off wiAmntertime YCou ain't going nowhGere
GOoo-wee, ride me high Am TomorCrow's the day my bride'Gs gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonAmna fly DCown in the easy chaGir
GI don't care how many Amletters they sent The mCorning came and the morGning went Pick up your money, Ampack up your tent, YCou ain't going nowhGere
GOoo-wee, ride me high Am TomorCrow's the day my bride'Gs gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonAmna fly DCown in the easy chaGir
BGuy me a flute and a guAmn that shoots TailgCates and substitutes G Strap yourself to thAme tree with roots YCou ain't going nowhGere
GOoo-wee, ride me high Am TomorCrow's the day my bride'Gs gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonAmna fly DCown in the easy chaGir
GGengis Khan he could nAmot keep All hCis kings supplied with Gsleep We'll climb that hilAml no matter how steep WChen we get up to itG
GOoo-wee, ride me high Am TomorCrow's the day my bride'Gs gonna come Ooh, ooh, are we gonAmna fly DCown in the easy chaGir
ENJOY!