You ask me to give up the hand of the girl
I love.
You tell me I'm not the man she's worthy of.
But who are you to tell her who to love?
That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above
you better move on (you better move on.)
#2.
Well, I know you can buy her fancy clothes
and diamond rings.
But I believe she's happy with me without
those things.
Still you beg me, oh, to set her free, but, my friend,
that will never be you better move on.
I can't blame you for lovin' her, but can't you
understand, man, she's my girl?
And I'm never gonna let her go, cause I love her so.
#3.
I think you better go, now, I'm gettin' mighty mad.
You ask me to give up the only love I've ever had.
Maybe I would, oh, but I love her so, never gonna
let her go.
You better move on (you better move on.)
You better move on (you better move on)
You better move on (you better move on)
You better move on (you better move on) (Fade)