Hush
little baby, don't you cry
You know
your mama was born to die
All my
trials, Lord, soon be over
Too
late, my brothers
Too
late, but never mind
All my
trials, Lord, soon be over
If
religion were a thing that money could buy
The rich
would live and the poor would die
All my
trials, Lord, soon be over
I've got
a little book that was given to me
And
every page spells liberty
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
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