I’m Movin’ On – Taste (originally by Hank Snow)

See that big eight-wheeler coming down the track
Means your true-lovin’ daddy ain’t comin’ back
Movin’ on, I’ll soon be gone
You’re flyin’ too high, for my little old sky
I’m movin’ on

I’ve warned you baby, from time to time
You just didn’t listen, didn’t pay no mind
So I’m movin’ on, I’ll soon be gone
I’m through with you, too bad you’re blue
I’m movin’ on

Now Engineer, take the throttle in hand
Take me back to the southern land
I’m movin’ on, keep rollin’ on
You’re flyin’ too high, for my little old sky
Keep movin’ on

Fireman please, won’t you listen to me
Gotta pretty woman in Tennessee
Keep rollin’ on, keep rollin’ on
Goodbye, goodbye, it’s all over now
I’m movin’ on

Someday baby when you’ve had your play
You’ll want your daddy but your daddy will say
Keep rollin’ on, keep movin’ on
You’re flyin’ too high, for my little old sky
I’m movin’ on
Movin’ on, movin’ on