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Hank Snow

I'm Movin' In

 

I'm Movin' In

(álbum: Tracks & Trains - 1971)


I'm heading out on the rails that's been carrying the mail
That's been telling your troubles to me
You told me a lie for every crosstie from Frisco to old Tennessee
Nobody knew your little game everybody 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 playing in this game to win and when I find you I'm moving in

Tried to make me believe I was the one that deceived
That I drove you to the things you've 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 SP
I'm speeding in tonight you'd better treat your daddy right

Better get on the ball I'm not aiming to stall
And those ramblers are running 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 moving in

That big loud bell id ringing to tell that the station is coming in sight
As the cure we're rounding my heart is pounding
With the thought of seeing you tonight
It's been so doggone long you know you've done your daddy wrong

In the noise of the crowd I hear you calling aloud
Standing in the station door
You set a two timing pace but I've won the race
And you can't go roaming no more
Your little story was away too thin baby now I'm moving in

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