Moving On Again |
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| Here I stand at the railroad track, |
| The memory of her, it keeps calling me back. |
| And hoo-ee goes that old freight train, |
| Telling me I should be moving on again, and on. |
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| I went to rent a lady's house, she handed me the key, |
| She said, "It's to be let like this with all that you can see." |
| "And are you to be let with the house?" said I in a most expectant tone, |
| She said, "I'm not be let with the house, I'm to be let alone." So, |
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| I met a rich old widow, she was 85 years old, |
| But coming from a dance one night she caught a nasty cold. |
| We rubbed her back with whiskey to try and cure her cough, |
| And then she went and broke her neck trying to lick it off. So, |
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| I took my friend, McTavish, to Rosie's house for tea, |
| She said, "What's that thing on your lap just above your knee?" |
| He said, "Oh that's my sporran, ma'am," she said, "Well goodness sake, |
| For two whole hours I've been trying to feed it chocolate cake." |
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| All my lonely nights are over now that I've met Claire, |
| She's the fat tattooed lady from the local fair. |
| But since I have been wed to her a paradise I've found, |
| I've got heat in the winter and shade in the summer and pictures all year 'round. |
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| No more will I stand at the railroad track, |
| With the memory of her a-calling me back. |
| And hoo-ee can go that old freight train, |
| But I'm never moving on again. |
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