Got To Move - Fleetwood Mac

You’ve got to move, you can’t stay here no more

You’ve got to move, you can’t stay here no more, oh yes

You’re my baby, I love you so,

but, still you’ve got to go — away from here

You won’t cook, you won’t wash

You won’t iron, you won’t sew

Oh, no, you won’t even scrub the floor

You’re my baby, I love you so,

but, still you’ve got to go — away from here

Well, I’d rather be dead and in my grave

Then to see another man here to take my place

Oh, yes, you’ve got to move, yeah

You’re my baby, I love you so,

but still you’ve got to go away from here

break:

Well, I’d rather be dead and in my grave

Then to see another man here to take my place

Umm, yes, you’ve got to move, yeah

You’re my baby, I love you so,

but still you’ve got to go away from here

You got to move, away from here

Oh, yes, you got to move, away from here

You’re my baby, I love you so But still you’ve got to go away from here

Let’s bring it out now