Lyrics:

(Mississippi Fred McDowell) You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move... ch-ch-ch-child You gotta move Oh... when the Lord gets ready You gotta 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 gotta move You see that woman... who walks the street You see that police... upon his beat But then the Lord gets ready You gotta move You gotta move