C F\C 4x
C Gm
Hush little baby, don't you cry
C Em F Fm
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 Em F Fm
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 Em F Fm
And every page spells liberty
C Am Dm Dm7 G G7 C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
C Em
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 Em F Fm
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 Em F Fm
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
C Am Dm Dm7 G G7 C
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
C Em
Too late, my brothers
F Fm
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
