The Cooley Gang - I Gotta Move

I got empties on my table
Dirty dishes in my sink
Gotta write down all my little thoughts to remember what I think
Hear the words of my pappy
Feeling kind of tipsy
Said boy you better straighten up or we'll sell you to a gypsy

Way down in the canyon it's peace that I find
Catch me a trout for supper
Gonna sing away my worried mind
In the stillness of the blue I ain't no statue
Baby I've got to move

So sell me to a gypsy a spooky old gypsy
Hollers and camp grounds stranger in my hometown
Hitch hiking train hopping corn liquor drinking string popping
Slow talking coyote

Moving on the wind anchored by the sun
Living in the now loving only one
My heart belongs to you but I ain't no statue
Baby I've got to move

Written by:
Jason Jaros

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