Had to leave in a hurry
Couldn't wait to get away
It's not a case of being sorry
It's the price I have to pay
And confidentially I think it's sad
But there's nothing I can do
If the road leads to the highway
Well, I'm hot, and I've got to move

Ah-ha, I've got to move
Got to change my arrangements
Had the word I'm on my way
I couldn't stand it much longer
Got to move; I'm on my way
I didn't mean to let you down
But there's nothing I can do
If the road leads to the highway
Well, I'm hot, and I've got to move

I'm hot, and I've got to move
Talk of strain in relations
Of the days of being confused
You told me never to worry
I'll never ask you to choose
Categorically, I have to say
It's as much as I can do
To sit around here, waiting
When I'm hot, and I've got to move

Oh, sometimes it's lonely
Oh, but it's the only
Way I know, and the road is leading me on
Oh baby, I've got to move, yes
Oh, now, baby, baby, I've got to leave
And when I think back I smile, and know that
Win or lose: it's the road that's calling me on

Oh, baby, baby I've got to move, yes
Oh, baby, baby I've got to move, yeah
There's a man in a suitcase
Standing in a darkened room
Message light is burning
And the blinds are always drawn
It's been a while since the last time

Never should come back too soon
Behind, the door is slamming
When he's hot, he's got to move
When he's hot, he's got to move
Yes, he's got to move
Yes, I've got to leave, yeah
Sometime, I've got to leave, yeah

That's right, yes, that's right, yes that's right
Oh, yes, you know it's right, you know it's right
You know it's right, you know it's right

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Writer(s): ROBERT BLUNT, ROBERT PLANT