Fred McDowell you gotta move

You gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move child, you gotta move
But 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, that walk the street
You see the policeman, out on his beat
But when the Lord gets ready, you gotta move
You gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move child, you gotta move
But when the Lord gets ready, you gotta move