Lyrics about a smoke show at the bar and what truly matters to a cowboy |
Move Along You come in through the door Moving in three quarter time Every head turns But your eyes lock on to mine Not sure if it's my looks My money or my luck Maybe you just want to ride In a big ol' pickup truck Now a woman like you Has had the world laid at her feet Your life is full or roses And men begging in the street You can make Mimes sing But it couldn't be any clearer You got a thing For that person in the mirror So just move along Yeah move along I like to watch you come And I'll love to watch you go But I can manage You're brain damage And it's something we both know So just move along Yeah move along Give a master canvas Let him work a couple of years Ask him to create Beauty that moves to tears We all know how this ends It is just as we have feared The poor bugger went crazy And cut off another ear Speaking of paint How'd you slide into that dress Try to tear my thoughts away Not having much success You can make Mimes sing But it couldn't be any clearer You got a thing For that person in the mirror So just move along Yeah move along I like to watch you come And I'll love to watch you go But I can manage You're brain damage And it's something we both know So just move along Yeah move along That girl behind the bar The one pulling overtime I'm working up the nerve To ask her to be mine Cause she would give to me All the love I'd give to her For this ol' lonely life She's sure to be the cure She may not have your clothes Your body or your style But in all the things that matter She beats you by a mile So just move along Yeah move along |