The Rise And Dear Demise Of The Funky Nomadic Tribes - Thin Lizzy

Out of sight, do it

The people rose and set off for the sun

At night they read their star signs

A people proud for they know their kingdom come

Their skin was tanned by moonshine

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

I know now why they gone and it’s all past

There come a European

His love was good but his lust, it lingered last

And stuck like a devil demon

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

On lonely nights you can hear the distant call

And good hearts hear the rhythm

And now I know pride before a fall

On the road to freedom

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

Got to keep-a-movin'

Got to keep-a-movin' on

Woh, woh, woh, woh, now

I’m an insider, baby (or «Human inside, baby»?)

So long, baby

Goodbye