The Rolling Stones – You Gotta Move

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

You may be poor

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

You gotta move