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Hank Snow I'm Moving On Live Video 1963
Hank Snow I'm Moving On Lyrics
I'm headin' out on the rails
That's been carryin' the mail
That's been tellin' your troubles to me.
You told me a lie
For ev'ry cross-tie
From Frisco to old Tennessee.
Nobody knew your little game;
Ev'rybody gave me the blame.
In the smoke and the fog
Of this old switchyard
And that dreary whistle's farewell.
Bid the folks goodbye, told 'em not to cry,
I'd only be gone for a spell.
I'm playin' in this game to win,
And when I find you I'm movin' in.
Tried to make me believe
I was the one that deceived,
That I drove you to the things you'd done.
Said you loved me in vain
And our old love train
Had made it's final run.
And in your letter you said
You were gonna be wed.
Your little joke was fine
But that old bunch-a line
Didn't register with me.
So you'd better get loose
From your other caboose
And meet this old S. P.
I'm speedin' in tonight,
You'd better treat your daddy right.
Better get on the ball,
I'm not aimin' to stall,
And those ramblers are runnin' on time.
So tell your new date
That he'd better vacate,
Get out on the old main line.
I took it with a grin, but, baby,
Now I'm movin' in.
That big, loud bell
Is ringin' to tell
That the station is comin' in sight.
As the cure we're roundin'
My heart is poundin'
With the thought of seein' you tonight.
It's been so dog-gone long,
You know you've done your daddy wrong.
In the noise of the crowd
I hear you callin' aloud,
Standin' in the station door.
You set a two-timin' pace,
But I've won the race,
And you can't go roamin' no more.
Your little story was away too thin, baby,
Now I'm movin' in.
Hank Snow I'm Moving On Live Video 1963
Hank Snow I'm Moving On Lyrics
I'm headin' out on the rails
That's been carryin' the mail
That's been tellin' your troubles to me.
You told me a lie
For ev'ry cross-tie
From Frisco to old Tennessee.
Nobody knew your little game;
Ev'rybody gave me the blame.
In the smoke and the fog
Of this old switchyard
And that dreary whistle's farewell.
Bid the folks goodbye, told 'em not to cry,
I'd only be gone for a spell.
I'm playin' in this game to win,
And when I find you I'm movin' in.
Tried to make me believe
I was the one that deceived,
That I drove you to the things you'd done.
Said you loved me in vain
And our old love train
Had made it's final run.
And in your letter you said
You were gonna be wed.
Your little joke was fine
But that old bunch-a line
Didn't register with me.
So you'd better get loose
From your other caboose
And meet this old S. P.
I'm speedin' in tonight,
You'd better treat your daddy right.
Better get on the ball,
I'm not aimin' to stall,
And those ramblers are runnin' on time.
So tell your new date
That he'd better vacate,
Get out on the old main line.
I took it with a grin, but, baby,
Now I'm movin' in.
That big, loud bell
Is ringin' to tell
That the station is comin' in sight.
As the cure we're roundin'
My heart is poundin'
With the thought of seein' you tonight.
It's been so dog-gone long,
You know you've done your daddy wrong.
In the noise of the crowd
I hear you callin' aloud,
Standin' in the station door.
You set a two-timin' pace,
But I've won the race,
And you can't go roamin' no more.
Your little story was away too thin, baby,
Now I'm movin' in.






![The Silent Love Story of Colage the Indian! #Neal McCoy #Hank Williams
Neal McCoy Kaw-Liga Live Perfomance
Hank Williams Kaw-Liga Lyrics
KAW-LIGA, was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer YES or NO.
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday hed talk
KAW-LIGA - A, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
[Chorus:]
Poor ol KAW-LIGA, he never got a kiss
Poor ol KAW-LIGA, he dont know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
KAW-LIGA, that poor ol wooden head.
KAW-LIGA, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer YES or NO.
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol KAW-LIGA stayed
KAW-LIGA - A, just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.
[Chorus] The Silent Love Story of Colage the Indian! #Neal McCoy #Hank Williams](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fDW2o_5OVkA/mqdefault.jpg)



