Capo I

C F 4x

C                           Gm
Hush little baby, don't you cry 
    C                          F  Dm7
You know your mama was born to die 
C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 

    C                            Gm
The river of Jordan is muddy and cold                             
        C                           F   Dm7
Well it chills the body but not the soul
C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 

     C                            Gm
I've got a little book with pages three 
    C                      F  Dm7
And every page spells liberty 
C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 

C
Too late, my brothers 
                    F   Dm7
Too late, but never mind 
C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 

   C                                    Gm
If living were a thing that money could buy
         C                                  F   Dm7
Then the rich would live and the poor would die
C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 

      C                   Gm
There grows a tree in Paradise
        C                            F    Dm7
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life 
C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 

C
Too late, my brothers 
                    F   Dm7
Too late, but never mind 
C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 

C  Am  Dm      Dm7   G   G7  C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over 


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