(words & music by h. snow)

That big eight-wheeler runnin' down the track

Means your true lovin' daddy ain't acomin' back

'cause he's movin on, he's rollin on

You were flyin to high for my little ol' sky

So i'm movin' on



But some day baby when you've had you play

Your gonna want your daddy but your daddy will say

Keep movin' on, keep rollin' on

You were flyin to high for my little ol' sky

So i'm movin' on. move on baby.



Mr. farmer won't you please listen to me

'cause i gotta pretty momma in tennessee

Keep rollin on, keep movin' on,

Please listen to me let this rattler free

And keep movin' on

Move on ol' son, move on



Well i told you baby from time to time

But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind

And now i'm movin' on, i'm rollin' on

I'm through with you, too bad you're blue

But i'm movin' on

Move on baby, move on

I said move on, i said move on,

I said move on, i said move on,

Well i'm through with you, too bad you're blue

I said move on, i said move on

I said move on, i said move on


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