Classic Poem

I've got to keep moving
I've got to keep moving
blues falling down like hail
blues falling down like hail
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
blues falling down like hail
blues falling down like hail
And the days keeps on 'minding me
there's a hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my trail

If today was Christmas Eve
If today was Christmas Eve
and tomorrow was Christmas Day
If today was Christmas Eve
and tomorrow was Christmas Day
(aw wouldn't we have a time baby)
All I would need my little sweet rider just
to pass the time away
uh huh
to pass the time away

You sprinkled hot foot powder
umm around my door
all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder
all around your daddy's door
hmmm hmmm hmmm
It keeps me with a rambling mind, rider,
every old place I go
every old place I go

I can tell the wind is rising
the leaves trembling on the trees
trembling on the trees
I can tell the wind is rising
leaves trembling on the trees
umm hmm hmm hmm
All I need my little sweet woman
and to keep my company
hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm