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, yeah
 You may be poor
 But when the Lord get ready
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 Huh, huh, ooh!
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 You may be old
 You may be young
 You may be weak
 Maybe high-strung
 But when the good Lord get ready
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You see dat woman
 Who walks the street
 You see dat cowboy
 Who walks his beat
 But when the Lord gets ready
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You got to, ooh!
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 Yeah, 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 cushion
 You 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 move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You got to know
 When the good get ready
 You gotta move
 Huh, huh, you gotta
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move
 You gotta move