If religion was a thing that money could buy The rich would live and the poor would die All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over
I had a little book that was given to me And every page spelled liberty All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over
There is a tree in Paradise And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Hush little baby, don't you cry You know your mama was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be over