(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 too 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 too high for my little ol´ sky
So I´m movin´ on. Move on baby.

Mr. Fireman 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