You gotta move 
You gotta move 
You gotta move, 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 
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