Move Along lyrics

And it`s a hard time to find a place
Just to sit down a while and cry;
And it`s a cold town, smiling disgrace,
Won`t let a man alone to die,
`cause a low voice gratin` gravel pittin`
Come along and take you by surprise...
Move along, you gotta git down on
your way,
Move along, you gotta git down on
your way.

Pickin` grass, looking for an omen,
For a while I though I`d maybe settle
down;
Got a heap of logs and a belly full of
hunger
And a yearnin` jus` to build me a home.
With a cold face, stalkin` through a
nightmare
Comes an echo of a place that I`ve
bin before...
Move along, you gotta git down on
your way,
Move along, you gotta git down on
your way.

Well, time after time I can sit here
waiting
For the level to do something in the bay;
And day over night see my cold foot
shuffle
Outta sand shoes slipping away.
Come a stiff hair bristle like a poker
Pokin` fingers into something he ain`t
poked before...
Move along, you gotta git down on
your way,
Move along, you gotta git down on
your way.

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Lyric: David MacIver
Music: Rupert Hine

Electric Piano & Harmonica: Rupert Hine
Electric & Accoustic Guitars: Simon Jeffes
Bass: John Perry
Congas, Tambourine, Cabassa & Ass`s Jaw: Ray Cooper
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