All My Trials

C
It's late my brother
                      F   Fm
It's late, but never mind
C    Em    Am     Dm7   G    G7           C
All --, all my trials Lord soon will be over.

      C                                 Bb
If livin' was a thing that money could buy
      C             Em                 F  Fm
The rich would live and the poor would die
C    Em    Am   Dm7    G    G7       C
All ' all my trials Lord, soon be over

I had a little book, it was given to me
And each new page spelled liberty
All ' all my trials Lord, soon be over

Think you people, don't you cry
My Lord, condemned not, nor do I.
All ' all my trials Lord soon be over.

See the land cross the see
And the people crying come set us free.
All ' all my trials Lord, soon be over.