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 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 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 be movin’ along
Gotta, gotta be movin’ along
Until the end of my song.
Music and Lyrics by L.E. Kalikow ©2016 Song Attack (BMI)
℗ 2016 L.E.Kalikow LLC. All Rights Reserved