You Gotta Move

You gotta move, you gotta move

You gotta move, you gotta move

Oh, when my God gets ready

You gotta move, you gotta moveYou may be high, you may be low

You may be rich yeah, you may be poor

Brother when the Lord get ready

You gotta move, you gotta moveYes

You may be old, you may be young

You may be weak, maybe high-strung

Brother when the good Lord get ready

You gotta move, you gotta moveYou see dat woman who walks the street

You see dat cop man who walks his beat

But when the Lord gets ready

You gotta move, you gotta move, you got to, yeahYeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pact

I'm drinkin' welfare whiskey smokin' food stamp crack

It was one part sour, two parts sweet

Three parts strong and four parts weak

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself

Than to be crowded on a velvet cushionYou may be bad, you cannot see

You may be deaf, it's all meant to be

Now when the Lord get ready

You gotta move, you gotta moveYou gotta move, you gotta move

You gotta move, you got to know

When the good get ready

You gotta move, you gotta, you gotta moveYou gotta move, you gotta move

You gotta move, you gotta move

You gotta move, you gotta move

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta move