Music Thread

Moving on 2 - As recorded by Homer & Jethro
(To The Tune Of Movin' On - written by Hank Snow)

The old hound dog was feelin' fine
Till he fell in a barrel of turpentine
He's A-Movin' On, He's A-Movin' On
He passed the gate, like an eight-eight, He's A-Movin' On.

There was a smart guy from the city
And he picked up a stripe'd kitty
He's A-Movin' On, He's A-Movin' On
We held our nose, as we burried his clothes, We're A-Movin' On.

I let a man work on my car
Then he grabbed a-hold of a spark plug wire
He's A-Movin' On, He's A-Movin' On
He turned it loose, when he felt the juice, He's A-Movin' On.

The old Tom cat was a-feelin' mean
When he caught his tail in the sewin' machine
He's A-Movin' On, He's A-Movin' On
He ripped a stitch, when he hit the ditch, He's A-Movin' On.

The old man's face got white as a sheet
When he slipped and fell in his cream of wheat
He's A-Movin' On, He's A-Movin' On
He flapped his ears, as he shifted gears, He's A-Movin' On.

Uncle John got awful clean
When he fell into the washing machine
He's A-Movin' On,He's A-Movin' On
He couldn't straddle, that doggone paddle, He's A-Movin' On.

We travel a lot to make our showin'
The way we sing we have to keep goin'
We're A-Movin' On, We're A-Movin' On
We've gotta go, here comes Hank Snow, We're A-Movin' On.

GG

SOURCE: THE BEST OF H&J/1966 RCA LSP-3474(e)
GG
Apr98

Oscar Brand - Circa Korea:

When you hear the patter of tiny feet
It's the Dogface army in full retreat
They're moving on, they'll soon be gone
They're burning gas, they're hauling ass
They're moving on.

Mama San moving down the track
Gyrene baby strapped on her back
We're moving on, we'll soon be gone
If she catches Papa San
He'll be moving on.

She says, hey Marines, you mad at me
All because I give you VD
She's moving on, she'll soon be gone
Her honey bucket turned over in the road
She's moving on.

Here come the Commies running down the pass
Playing a burp gun on a Gyrene's ass
He's moving on, he's moving on
They're flying too high for this little old guy
He's moving on.

Oh, the old hound dog was feeling fine
Till they dipped his butt in turpentine
He's moving on, he's moving on
He crashed the gate like a P-38
He's moving on

And the old tomcat was feeling mean
Till he caught his tail in the sewing machine
He's moving on, he's moving on
He missed a stitch, he hit the ditch
He's moving on.

The Lord above was eating beans
That's how he made the U. S. Marines
We're moving on, We're moving on
They say we smell but we fight like hell
And we're moving on.