Glom of Nit

Out of Savannah
 Up through the Carolinas
 The rhythm of the pines
 Reminding me the finest things are moving
 The finest things are moving quick
 In & out of Richmond
 Strings & things & fingers fast
 Unload break down & then repack
 Rinse spit repeat get paid come back
 If the finest things are moving
 We get finer by the hour
 Yeah if the finest things are moving
 We get finer by the mile
 Oh, oh oh
 Oh oh
 Oh oh
 I had a home for seven years
 Two cats & a yard
 Wifi re-fi the neighbour's kids said "hi" every morning
 This time they say they're moving
 I can't wait until they're moving
 Next stop up the road
 It's Washington DC
 One big monument to status quo & cash & greed
 Their roads are just a symptom
 Of the overall disease
 We give that town a wide wide berth
 The traffic & the companies
 We keep on moving
 God knows that they ain't moving
 Oh, oh oh
 Oh oh
 Oh oh
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 Turn left
 No rain nor snow nor gloom of night
 Can keep us from our task
 No Hell high water rising tide
 Can still our restless hands at last
 The rivers crush the mountains
 But our voices never tire
 Our bodies' movement is the finest thing
 And our music is a fire
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 Fire, our fire
 Our fire
 Our fire
 Fire, our fire
 Our fire
 Our fire
 Fire, our fire
 Our fire
 Our fire
 Fire, our fire
 Our fire
 Our fire