You Better Move On

You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love

You tell me I'm not the man she's worthy of

But who are you to tell her who to love?

That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above

You better move on

Well, I know you can buy her fancy clothes and diamond rings

But I believe she's happy with me without those things

Still you beg me to set her free

But, my friend, that will never be

You better move on

I can't blame you for loving her

But can't you understand, man, she's my girl?

And I'm never going to let her go

'Cause I love her so

I think you better go, now, I'm getting mighty mad

You ask me to give up the only love I've ever had

Maybe I would, oh, but I love her so

I'm never going to let her go

You better move on

You better move on (You better move on)

You better move on (You better move on)

You better move on (You better move on)

You better move on (You better move on)