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