The old hound dog was a-feelin' fine Till he fell in the barrel of turpentine. He's a-movin' on. He's a-movin' on. He passed the gate like an eighty-eight. He's a-movin' on.
There was a smart guy from the city And he picked up a stripèd kitty. He's a-movin' on. He's a-movin' on. We held our nose as we burned his clothes. We're a-movin' on.
I let a man work on my car. Then he grabbed hold of a spark-plug "war." 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 tomcat 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 his gears. He's a-movin' on.
Uncle John got awful clean When he fell into the washin' machine. He's a-movin' on. He's a-movin' on. He couldn't straddle that dog-gone 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.