Gotta Be Movin’ Along - Sex, No Drugs & Rock'N'Roll

Travelin’ ‘round, town to town, sleepin’ on the ground

On my own

People come around, tell me that I’m bound to be found

Dead alone,

Don’t know but I gotta be movin’ along.

Thirty-seven years, happiness and tears, and the fear

Of growing old

Back begins to ache, when I wake, but I can’t make

No place my home

Don’t know but I gotta be movin’ along.

Gotta be movin’ along

Gotta, gotta be movin’ along

Until the end of my song

In my younger days, everyone would say that the way

I want to go

Now my wrinkles show, I begin to know, I can’t go

On alone

Don’t know but I gotta be movin’ along

Gotta be movin’ along

Gotta, gotta be movin’ along

Until the end of my song

Now I am a bum, livin’ off of crumbs anyone

Would care to throw

Wish I had a home, anyplace to go, I don’t know

I can’t go on

But somehow I gotta be movin’ along

Gotta be movin’ along

Gotta, gotta be movin’ along

Until the end of my song.