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 MOVE

YOU MAY BE HIGH
YOU MAY BE LOW
YOU MAY BE RICH GA'
YOU MAY BE POOR
BROTHER WHEN THE LORD GETS READY
YOU GOTTA MOVE
YOU GOTTA MOVE
  Ha Ha

  ooh

  Yes

YOU MAY BE OLD
YOU MAY BE YOUNG
YOU MAY BE WEAK-AH
YOU MAY BE HIGH STRUNG
BROTHER WHEN THE GOOD LORD GET READY
YOU GOTTA MOVE
YOU GOTTA MOVE

YOU SEE THAT WOMAN WHO WALKS THE STREET
YOU SEE THAT COP MAN WHO WALKS HIS BEAT
BUT WHEN THE LORD GETS READY
YOU GOTTA MOVE
   oh
YOU GOTTA MOVE
  you go girl
  ooh

  aaaw

  And I was hangin' with the devil
  When we made a pact
  Drinkin' welfare whiskey
  Smokin' food stamp crack-uh
  Oh there was one part sour
  Two parts sweet
  Three parts strong
  An' four parts weak
    Ooh
  I would rather sit on a pumkin
  An' have it all to myself
  Then ta be crowded on a velvet cushion

  You may be blind you can not see
  You may be deaf it's all meant to be
  But when the Lord get ready
  You gotta move
  You gotta move
YOU'VE GOTTA MOVE
  yeah
YOU GOTTA MOVE
YOU'VE GOTTA MOVE
YOU'VE GOTTA MOVE
WHEN THE GOD GET READY
YOU GOTTA MOVE
HEH HEH YOU'VE GOTTA
YOU GOTTA MOVE
  aaah ha ha ha
  ha-ha-ha-ha