Mississippi_fred_mcdowell_you_gotta_move May 2026

So tune the wood and strike the chord,Let the slide-ring moan its prayer,For the road is long toward the Lord,And you’ve got to meet Him there.

You may be high, you may be low,You may be rich, or poor as dirt,But there’s a wind that starts to blow,And a truth that’s bound to hurt. mississippi_fred_mcdowell_you_gotta_move

The clock don’t care for the crown you wear,Or the silver in your hand;When the Master calls through the heavy air,You’ll leave this weary land. So tune the wood and strike the chord,Let