The Getting By

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[Verse 1]
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When I get up, she swears that she
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 don't hear it
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Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse
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I comb my hair and throw some 
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water on my face
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And back out of the stillness of 
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our house
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Lately, my patience is in short 
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supply
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Nothing good seems to ever come 
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from all this work
    Dsus2              A    Asus2
No matter how hard I try


[Verse 2]
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You know I believe in the Son, I 
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ain't no backslider
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But my people were told they'd 
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prosper in this land
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                           Dsus2   
Still, I know some who've never 
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seen the ocean
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Or set one foot on a velvet bed of 
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sand
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But they've got their treasure 
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laying way up high
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Where there might be many mansions
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But when I look up, all I see is 
A   Asus2
sky


[Chorus]
                F#m             E 
Maybe it's the getting by that 
              Dsus2
gets right underneath you
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It'd swallow up your every step, 
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boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to
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 get up
        A     Dsus2             
In the mor---ning and put another 
   E       F#m
day in, son
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That holds you till the getting's 
  A   E/G#
good


[Bridge]
F#m                       E
 Green ribbon front doors, dishwater
 days
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 This whole town is tied to the 
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torso of God's mysterious ways


[Chorus]
                F#m              E
Maybe it's the getting by that 
               Dsus2
gets right underneath you
                     E       
It'd swallow up your every step, 
F#m             Dsus2
boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to
     E
 get up
        A     Dsus2             
In the mor---ning and put another 
   E       F#m
day in, son
      A                   Dsus2   
That keeps you standing where you 
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should
                E       F#m      
So put another day in, son, and 
A                Dsus2     A    
hold on till the getting's good
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