That big eight-wheeler running down the track
Means your true loving daddy ain't acoming back
Because he's moving on, he's rolling on
You were flying too high for my little old sky
So I'm moving on
But some day, baby, when you've had you play
You're going to want your daddy but your daddy will say
Because he's moving on, he's rolling on
You were flying too high for my little old sky
So I'm moving on
Mr. Farmer, won't you please listen to me?
Cause I got to pretty mamma in Tennessee
Keep rolling on, keep moving on
Please listen to me, let this rattler free
And keep moving on, move on old 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 moving on, I'm rolling on
I'm through with you, too bad you're blue
But I'm moving on, move on, baby, move on
I said move on, I said move on [x2]
Well, I'm through with you, too bad you're blue
I said move on, I said move on [x2]
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