02. Move Along

MOVE ALONG

It’s a wild night and the wind is blowing,
Don’t know where it’s been and I don’t know where it’s going,
Leaves crunching under a squeaky old wheel,
Pray along the way but don’t take time to kneel.

“Move along”,
All I hear
is “Move along”.

Great Grandaddy was the vagrant wind.
Pack it on up and move along again.
Grab everything you need, not much is gonna last.
Once again our fate upon the wind is cast.

“Move along”,
All I hear
is “Move along”.

Springtime come and I plant my corn.
‘Round about summer my plow’s plumb worn.
Harvest time they tell me that we got to hit the road.
Somebody else is pickin’ up the row I hoed.

“Move along”,
All I hear
is “Move along”.