About The Song
Move It On Over, the twangy tune that first plucked its way into hearts back in 1947. You can almost hear the crickets chirpin’ and the porch swing creakin’ as you close your eyes to that Hank Williams drawl, full of gravel and heartache. This ain’t just any country ditty, folks, it’s a story spun in three verses, a snapshot of love’s dusty road where the signs sometimes point you straight to heartbreak.
Now, Hank Williams, bless his soul, knew a thing or two about lovin’ and losin’. He walked that lonesome highway himself, his life a melody of highs and lows that resonated in every note he sang. So when he poured his heartache into Move It On Over, it hit folks like a freight train carryin’ memories.
The song starts off gentle, like a summer breeze whisperin’ through the pines. Hank paints a picture of a cozy bedroom, a shared bed still warm from where his sweetheart used to lie. But the air’s gone cold, the bed’s empty, and the words sting like salt in a fresh wound: “Well, the clock on the wall, it says half-past two/And somethin’ tells me you just ain’t comin’ through.”
There’s no anger in his voice, just a weary acceptance. He knows the score, understands the way love can turn on a dime, leaving you standin’ on the wrong side of the tracks. But there’s a quiet strength in his plea, a whisper of defiance in the chorus: “**Move it on over, baby, move it on over, come on/Move it on over, darlin’, and let another take your place.”
It’s not a bitter goodbye, mind you, but a recognition that life keeps flowin’. The sun’s gonna rise again, whether she stays or goes. And even though his heart aches, Hank finds a flicker of hope, a belief that another love might be waitin’ just around the bend.
Move It On Over ain’t just a love song, folks. It’s a hymn to resilience, a reminder that even when the sky falls, we gotta pick up the pieces and keep walkin’. It’s a song for dusty roads and moonlit nights, for broken hearts and second chances. So grab yourself a sweet tea, fire up the porch swing, and let Hank Williams take you back to simpler times, where love’s melody played even when the words got tough. This one’s for the dreamers, the lovers, the survivors – for anyone who’s ever had to whisper, “Move it on over” and keep movin’ on.
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Lyrics
“Move It On Over”
That baby of mine wouldn’t let me in
So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over, little dog, ’cause the big dog’s moving inShe’s changed the lock on our front door
My door key don’t fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
Scoot it on over (move it on over)
Move over, skinny dog, ’cause the fat dog’s moving in
This dog house here is mighty small
But it’s better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over, old dog, ’cause a new dog’s moving in
She told me not to play around
But I done let the deal go down
So pack it on over (move it on over)
Tote it on over (move it on over)
Move over, nice dog, ’cause a mad dog’s moving in
She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I don’t take no one’s advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake it on over (move it on over)
Move over, short dog, ’cause a tall dog’s moving in
She’ll crawl back to me on her knees
I’ll be busy scratching fleas
So slide it on over (move it on over)
Sneak it on over (move it on over)
Move over, good dog, ’cause a mad dog’s moving in
Remember pup, before you whine
That side’s yours and this side’s mine
So shove it on over (move it on over)
Sweep it on over (move it on over)
Move over, cold dog, ’cause a hot dog’s moving in