Rupert Hine - Move Along Lyrics
And it's a hard time to find a placeJust 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 hungerAnd a yearnin' jus' to build me a home.With a cold face, stalkin' through a nightmareComes 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 waitingFor the level to do something in the bay;And day over night see my cold foot shuffleOutta sand shoes slipping away.Come a stiff hair bristle like a pokerPokin' 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.-Lyric: David MacIverMusic: Rupert HineElectric Piano & Harmonica: Rupert HineElectric & Accoustic Guitars: Simon JeffesBass: John PerryCongas, Tambourine, Cabassa & Ass's Jaw: Ray Cooper
