LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeYou Gotta Move
You gotta moveYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou gotta moveOh... when my God gets readyYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou may be highYou may be lowYou may be rich... yeahYou may be poorBut when the Lord get readyYou gotta moveYou gotta moveHuh Huh... ooww...Yes...You may be oldYou may be youngYou may be weakMaybe high-strungBut when the good Lord get readyYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou see dat womanWho walks the streetYou see dat cowboyWho walks his beatBut when the Lord gets readyYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou got to... oowwYeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pactI'm drinkin' welfare whiskey smokin' food stamp crackIt was one part sour... two parts sweetThree parts strong... and four parts weakI would rather sit on a pumpkinAnd have it all to myselfThen to be crowded on a velvet cushionYou may be badYou can not seeYou may be deafIt's all meant to beNow when the Lord get readyYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou got to knowWhen the good get readyYou gotta moveHuh huh... you gottaYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou gotta moveYou gotta move
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