You Gotta Move
Mississippi Fred McDowell, Gary Davis, ValLimar Jansen
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Oh, you gotta move. You may be high, you may be low, you may be down; no place to go. But when the Lord gets ready, you gotta move. You may be rich, you may be poor, you may be young, you may be old. But when the Lord gets ready, you gotta move. You gotta move, you gotta move, you gotta move, child, you gotta move. ’Cause when the Lord gets ready, you gotta move. You may be black, you may be white, You may be wrong, you may be right, But when the Lord gets ready, you gotta move. Let your feet be shod with the gospel of peace; let the love of God fulfill your every need. Go on and have that joy; the kind that’s never been told. Let the Spirit of God burn hot in your soul. Take your shield of faith to quench the fiery darts; bring your sword of the Spirit: it is the word of God. Put on your hat of salvation, and you know you’re good to go; let the Spirit of God burn hot in your soul. In God we live, in God we move, in God we have our being. You gotta move… You may be rich…
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