You Gotta Move

You Gotta Move You gotta to move You gotta to move You gotta to move, child You gotta to move Oh, when the Lord get ready You gotta to move You may be high You may be low You may be rich, child You may be poor But when the Lord get ready You gotta to move You see that woman Who walks the street You see that police Upon his beat But then the Lord get ready You gotta to move You gotta move