Movin' On

He's an old school type With dreams of Sixty Fivers That old school Lincoln With the suicide doors Blackout tints You'll need spurs to ride her 36 inseam with a limp to ponder They don't know about me But ain't the one to bother Don't let these 13's Turn your bones to powder Plus he don't look mean So the honeys fonder Just passing through Ain't got time to squander When the sun comes up I'm going to head to yonder He said in short Over Rayban blinders Just moving on I'm just moving on Opened up the door Made a big dark shadow At the feeling store For gas and tobacco Stepped in brash But manners mild Haven't mustered words In quite a while 54 on four Pack of 100 red Marlboro And a book of matches If you got them on you And I'm moving on Im just moving on I cruise along down 55 The seat kicked back Headrest discarded Slight detour Need to hit the Cru Done smoked the pack About half way through Took 40 B Want a big ole Johnny And a Leaf or two Because the reds ain't for me And I'm going to tell you now Got a partner funny Halfway down the block I can hear him jiving But ain't got time to play Got to keep on riding Because the suns parked high It will set for hours Before land breaks And we can see the waters Im heading down To the French Quarters Im going to head on down To the French Quarters And then I'm moving on I'm just moving on It's Herald He's an old school type With dreams of Sixty Fivers That old school Lincoln With the suicide doors Blackout tints You'll need spurs to ride her 36 inseam with a limp to ponder They don't know about me But ain't the one to bother Don't let these 13's Turn your bones to powder Plus he don't look mean So the honeys fonder Just passing through Ain't got time to squander When the sun comes up I'm going to head to yonder He said in short Over Rayban blinders Just moving on I'm just moving on I'm just moving on