 | (verse 1)
I ain’t got a dime.
Just wasting time.
Outside a local café.
Caught the Sheriffs eye.
As he slowly drove by.
I know he’ll be coming back this way.
In these little towns.
Strangers, don’t hang around.
The people, want you on your way.
If you’re still in town.
When the sun goes down.
That Sheriff, will give me a place to stay.
[chorus]
[You keep moving, when you’re not wanted.]
[You keep walking, not hanging around.]
[You keep looking, for a place you can call home.]
[You keep moving, there’s no home in this town.]
(verse 2)
I’ve been on my own.
Since the orphanage closed.
Never, has any one wanted me.
I’ve been a thorn.
From the day I was born.
Not even my parents, wanted me.
They died in a car.
After a day in a bar.
When I was only at the age of four.
It’s all like a dream.
I still hear my Mother’s screams.
I choose not to remember, any more.
[chorus]
[I keep moving, cause I’m not wanted.]
[I keep walking, from town to town.]
[I keep looking, for a place I can call my home.]
[I keep moving, there’s no home in this town.]
(verse 3)
You never know.
Which way you should go.
All these towns, start to look the same.
You know you can’t stay.
You best be on your way.
And you can’t go back the way you came.
Someday, I’ll find that town.
That will let me settle down.
A town, I can call my own.
A town, where I can stay.
For the rest of my days.
A town, I can finally call home.
[chorus]
[Till then, I keep moving, from where I’m not wanted.]
[I keep walking, and not hang around.]
[I’ll keep looking, for a place I can call home.]
[I’ll keep moving, there’s no home in this town…]
Written by C.J. Bostwick
Submitted by C.J. Bostwick |  |
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