C
[Verse]
Gm
Hush little baby, don't you cry
C F C
You know your mama was born to die
Am Dm G C
All___ my trials, lord, soon be over
[Verse]
Gm
I've got a little book with pages three
C F C
And every page spells liberty
Am Dm G C
All___ my trials, lord, soon be over
[Verse]
Gm
There grows a tree in paradise
C F C
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
Am Dm G C
All___ my trials, lord, soon be over
[Verse]
Gm
River Jordan is muddy and cold
C F C
Well, it chills the body but not the soul
Am Dm G C
All___ my trials, lord, soon be over
[Verse]
Gm
If living was a thing that money could buy
C F C
Then the rich would live and the poor would die
Am Dm G C
All___ my trials, lord, soon be over
[Outro]
C
Too late, my brothers
F
Too late, but never mind
C Am Dm G C
All___ my trials, lord, soon be over
Am Dm G C
All___ my trials, lord, soon be over
