(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 to 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 to high for my little ol' sky   So I'm movin' on. Move on baby.      Mr. Farmer 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