You Got To Move - B.B. King, Friends, Mississippi Fred McDowell

You got to move, you got to move

You got to move, child, you got to move

But when the Lord gets ready

You got to 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’ve got to move

You see that woman that walk the street

You see that policeman out on his beat

But when the Lord gets ready

You got to move

You got to move, you got to move

You got to move, child, you got to

But when the Lord gets ready

You got to move