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Move On Down The Line
(David Nicastro)


Where do I begin here we go again with your empty cans of beer
Stale cigarettes and alcohol still linger in the air
I know your mama never taught you to be like that
Time for you to get up and leave so grab your coat and your hat
Don’t let that screen door hit you with a big old whack and don’t come back

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I took your shirts and threw them in the dirt
And your boots went flying too
Your favorite guitar well it didn't go far
That pretty much says we're through
Now it’s high time I laid it on the line
Not wishing for the big I do
You'll be a memory of mine by your first stop sign
Move on down the line

When I came home I knew you weren't alone I found her earing by our bed 
The perfume on the sheets not mine and my lipsticks aren't red
And tell me when did you start drinking chardonnay
Now I don't want to know what really went on here anyway
So pack up your things you best be on your way hear what I say

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BRIDGE
I’m strong enough to stand alone on my own two feet
Not someone’s better half excuse me while I repeat

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Copyright David Nicastro
nickastro@yahoo.com (856) 206 7191