That big eight-wheeler rolling down the track
means your true-loving daddy ain't coming back.
I'm moving on, I'm moving on,
you were flying too high, for my little old sky,
and I'm moving on.
That big loud whistle as it blew and blew
said, hello to the southland, we're coming to you.
I'm moving on, oh hear my song,
you had the laugh on me, now I'm setting you free,
and I'm moving on.
Mister Fireman won't you please listen to me,
I got a pretty mama in Tennessee.
Keep moving on, keep rolling on,
you gotta shovel the coal, let this rattler roll,
and keep moving me on.
Mister Engineer, take that throttle in hand,
this rattler's the fastest in the southern land,
to keep moving on, I stayed away too long,
you gonna ease my mind, and put me there on time,
and keep moving on.
I've told you, baby, from time to time,
you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind.
I'm moving on, I'm moving on,
well, you've broken your vow, and it's all over now,
and I'm moving on.
You' done switched your engine, now I ain't got time
for a trifling woman on my main line.
I'm moving on, done your daddy wrong,
I warned you twice, now you can settle the price,
and keep moving on.
But someday, baby, when you've had your play,
Keep moving on, you stayed away too long,
I'm through with you, too bad you're blue,
keep moving on.