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...


It's a Bloody Mary morning
Baby left me without warning
Sometime in the night
So I'm flyin' down to Houston
Forgetting her's the nature of my flight

As we taxi toward the runway
With the smog and haze
Reminding me of how I feel
Just a country boy who's learnin'
That the pitfalls of the city
Are extremely real
All the night life and the parties
And temptation and deceit
The order of the day
Well it's a Bloody Mary mornin'
Cause I'm leavin' baby somewhere in LA
It's a Bloody Mary morning...

[guitar]

Our golden jet is airborn
And flight Fifty cuts a path
Across the mornin' sky
And a voice comes on the speaker
Reassuring us flight Fifty
Is the way to fly

And a hostess takes our order
Coffee tea or something stronger
To start off the day
Well it's a Bloody Mary morning
Cause I'm leavin' baby somewhere in LA
It's a bloody mary morning...