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MOVIN' ON
Words and music by Gil Moore
I may be right or wrong
The story's in my song
It sure seems like we've
Come a long, long way
We've been through so many changes
All along the way
Maybe that's the reason we're here today
CHORUS:
Movin' on, movin' on
(Movin' on) Everyday
(Movin' on) Keep on movin'
Movin' on, tomorrow is another day
Our problems have disappeared
Vanished one by one
We've got to keep on movin'
Until we're done
The band is on the loose
Runnin' 'cross the land
So try to make the most of a one-night stand
CHORUS
On and on and on
You've got to keep on movin' on
On and on and on
We've movin' every day
You got to keep on movin'
LAY IT ON THE LINE
Words and music by Rik Emmett
It's the same old story all over again
You turn a lover into just another friend
I want to love you, I want to make you mine
Won't you lay it on the line?
I'm tired of playing all your foolish games
I'm tired of all of your lies making me insane
I don't ask for much, the truth'll do just fine
Wont' you lay it on the line
CHORUS:
Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Don't waste my time
Lay it on the line
You got no right to make me wait
We better talk, girl, before it gets too late
I never thought you could be so unkind
Won't you lay it on the line
CHORUS
You know I love you, you know it's true
It's up to you, girl, what've I got to do
Don't hold me up, girl, don't waste my precious time
Won't you lay it on the line
CHORUS
YOUNG ENOUGH TO CRY
Words and music by Gil Moore
I've known a lot of women baby
I've even loved a few
Some were good and some were bad
No one was just like you
Now they say I'm too old to get hurt in love
That ain't true
'Cause girl when you left me
You broke my heart right in two
CHORUS:
I'm too old to get hurt baby
I'm too old to get hurt baby
I'm too old to get hurt baby
I'm too old to get hurt baby
Oh but I'm young enough, young enough to cry
Now my head is spinning baby,
Just like a ferris wheel
Don't know what the matter babe,
I think I see
A girl so sad and alone
Can she be crying, just like me?
CHORUS
No matter how hard I try I can't shake it baby
My mind keeps drifting away
You couldn't see a good thing
When you had it in your hand, girl
Maybe it was meant to be another day
Are you sure I'm the heartless one, woman,
After all we've been through?
I gave you the best of my love, sweet hoochie-koo
They say I was too old to get hurt in love,
Do you still think that's true?
'Cause girl, when you left me,
You broke my heart right in two
AMERICAN GIRLS
Words and music by Gil Moore
I know how to treat a lady
Who knows how to treat her man
I've been in love one or two times
I made out the best that I can
I've been all around the world and back
And here's what I have to say
The ladies I love and livin' in the U.S.A.
CHORUS:
I'm talking about American girls
They got what I need
American girls
That's what I want
American girls
There ain't no better boy and that's no lie
She takes you home to meet her daddy
He looks you right in the eye
He says, now tell me you intention, boy
And you make your reply
I'm a man of honor, my thoughts are pure
And you can bet your life
I won't even kiss her,
Unless I'm gonna make her my wife
CHORUS
JUST A GAME
Words and music by Rik Emmett
Wizards of a modern age cast spells of electric power
But the corporate strings that make them dance
Lead up to an ivory tower
There sit the fates in solitude, far from the public eye
No one ever sees them smile and nothing makes them cry
Welcome to the kingdom, the land of bought and sold
A world of real-life fantasy where truths are seldom told
Try hard to remember all that glitters is not gold
You can pay the piper, but you cannot buy his soul
CHORUS:
It's just a game, you're in it all the way
It's just a game, don't let yourself slip away
It's such a shame, I heard somebody say
It's just a game, and all I can do...is play
What you do choose, now, what do you believe, now
Who are you gonna trust?
All you dreams and fancy schemes
Just crumble into dust
Calm and cool and computerized to calculate and collect
We wait and watch and wonder
Just which puppet they'll select
Like the moth, too near the flame,
Who learned his truth too late
We're all too deep into the game
That is the master of our fate
The poets and the pipers have got their motives
And you've got yours, no doubt
And so the game continues
That's what it's all about...
CHORUS
FANTASY SERENADE
Words and music by Rik Emmett
Instrumental
HOLD ON
Words and music by Rik Emmett
Music hold the secret,
To know it can make you whole
It's not just a game of notes,
It's the sound inside your soul
The magic of the melody
Runs through you like a stream
The notes the play flow through your head
Like a dream
Like a dream
Like a dream
I sing this song for the common man
For the people in despair
I bring my song into the world
And I sing it everywhere
The simple truth lies waiting here
For everyone to share
So hold on, and I will take you there
Hold on and I will take you there
The daily routine takes your soul,
Lost without a trace
It hold you down and turns you 'round
And puts you in your place
Another day, another dollar
Another pretty face
Another chance to lose yourself
In the endless race
CHORUS
Hold on, hold on to your dreams
Hold on, even though it seems
Everyone around you has their little schemes
Listen to your heart and hold on to your dreams
Can't you feel the magic
Feel it everywhere
Can't you hear the music
There's something in the air
There's a celebration
Deep within a song
Celebrate this feeling,
You know it can't be wrong
CHORUS
Caught up in routine,
You got to break it
Time won't wait for us,
We got to make it
Fate gives you the chance
You've got to take it
Take it
Hold on
SUITCASE BLUES
Words and music by Rik Emmett
It's four in the morning,
There's not a soul around
This dirty hotel room
Has really got me down
A modern day minstrel,
They got my name in lights
I wish these days of glamour
Didn't have these lonely nights
I'm on the road to fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad
I guess I'm makin' payments
For the dues that must be paid
I cash another song
Into this endless masquerade
Halfway through the circuit
And headed for the coast
Been gone so long
I can't remember
What I miss the most, ah, but,
Me and Johnny Walker,
And the comfort that he brings,
Waitin' on the telephone
That never, ever rings
On the lonely road to fortune,
And I got the suitcase blues real bad
I got the blues
And I got them really bad
The suitcase blues
Are the worst I ever had
All by my lonesome
And I'm halfway 'round the bend
I don't mind drinkin' solo
But I sure could use a friend
Me and Johnny Walker,
And the comfort that he brings,
Waitin' on the telephone
That never, ever rings
On the lonely road to fortune,
And I got the suitcase blues real bad
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