Though the time seems long and the work seems hard
Poor head aching and your back so tired - Ahhh!
Chillen get up
The time is long, the work is hard
The Spirit is on its way
Your head may ache, your back be tired
You'll rest that Judgment Day
Chillen sing, sing
'Cause you're not born to be blue
The burdens get too heavy
They'll be taken away from you
Pray when the black of night draws near
Pray when the stormy clouds appear
Pray when your heart and soul's sincere
Every word will be heard
Chillen get up
Just cast away your troubles
'Cause tomorrow you'll live anew
Chillen get up
Your sins will be forgiven
For there's happiness comin' to you
Chillen get up
Just cast away your troubles
'Cause tomorrow you'll live anew
Chillen get up
Your sins will be forgiven
For there's happiness comin' to you

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