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.