Lyrics You Got To Move - B.B. King, Friends, Mississippi Fred McDowell

You Got To Move

You got to move, you got to move
You got to move, child, you got to move
But when the Lord gets ready
You got to move
You may be high, you may be low
You may be rich, child, you may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready
You’ve got to move
You see that woman that walk the street
You see that policeman out on his beat
But when the Lord gets ready
You got to move
You got to move, you got to move
You got to move, child, you got to
But when the Lord gets ready
You got to move