You know your mama was born to die All my trials lord will soon be over The river of Jordan runs muddy and cold You know it chills the body but not the soul All my trials lord soon be over
Too late, too late my brother But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over
I've a little book with pages three And every page spells liberty
All my trials lord soon be over
There grows a tree in paradise And the pilgrims call it the tree of life All my trials lord, soon be over
If living were a thing that money could buy You know the rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials lord, soon be over
Too late, too late my brother But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over
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