Hank Snow – Im Moving In (Guitar)

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I'm headin' out on the rails, that's been carryin' the mail

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That's been tellin' your troubles to me

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You told me a lie, for every cross tie, from Frisco to ol'Tennessee

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Nobody knew your little game, everybody gave me the blame

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In the smoke 'n the fog of this ol'squid yard

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And that dreary whistle's farewell

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Bid the folks goodbye, told 'm not to cry, I'd only begun for a spell

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I'm playin' this game to win and when I find you I'm movin' in

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Try to make me believe, I was the one to deceive

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That I drove you to the things you'd done

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Said you loved me in vain and our roll off train, had made it's final run

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And in your letter you said, that you were goin' to be wed

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Your little joke was fine, but that ol' punch-a-line

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Didn't register with me

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So you better get loose, from your rum-a-caboose and meet this ol'S.P.

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I'm speedin' in tonight, you'd better treat your daddy right

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Better get on the phone and not ain't 'm to stall

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This rattler's a-runnin' on time

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So tell your new date, that he'd  better vacate, get outta my ol'main line

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I took it with a grin, but baby now I'm movin' in

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That big loud bell is ringin' to tell

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That the station is comin' in sight

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As the curb we're roundin' my heart is poundin' on the thought of seein' you tonight

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It's been so doggone long, you know you'd done your daddy wrong

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In the noise of the crowd, I hear you callin' a-loud

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Standin' in the station door

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You've set a two-timin' pace, but I've won the race and you can't go roamin' no more

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Your little story was way to thin, baby now I'm movin' in