[Intro]
A A
[Verse 1]
A Dsus2 A
When I get up, she swears that she don’t hear it
Dsus2
Says that I’m as quiet as a mouse
A Dsus2 A
I comb my hair and throw some water on my face
Dsus2 A
And back out of the stillness of our house
E F#m Dsus2
Lately, my patience is in short supply
E F#m
Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work
Dsus2 A Asus2
No matter how hard I try
[Verse 2]
A Dsus2 A
You know I believe in the Son, I ain’t no backslider
Dsus2 A
But my people were told they’d prosper in this land
Dsus2 A
Still, I know some who’ve never seen the ocean
Dsus2 A
Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand
E F#m Dsus2
But they’ve got their treasure laying way up high
E
Where there might be many mansions
F#m Dsus2 A Asus2
But when I look up, all I see is sky
[Chorus]
F#m E Dsus2
Maybe it’s the getting by that gets right underneath you
E F#m Dsus2
It’d swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
E
But maybe it’s the stuff it takes to get up
A Dsus2 E F#m
In the mor—ning and put another day in, son
E A E/G#
That holds you till the getting’s good
[Bridge]
F#m E
Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days
A Dsus2 E
This whole town is tied to the torso of God’s mysterious ways
[Chorus]
F#m E Dsus2
Maybe it’s the getting by that gets right underneath you
E F#m Dsus2
It’d swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
E
But maybe it’s the stuff it takes to get up
A Dsus2 E F#m
In the mor—ning and put another day in, son
A Dsus2 A
That keeps you standing where you should
E F#m A Dsus2 A Dsus2
So put another day in, son, and hold on till the getting’s good
[Ending]
A Dsus2 A
[Intro]
A A
[Verse 1]
A Dsus2 A
When I get up, she swears that she don’t hear it
Dsus2
Says that I’m as quiet as a mouse
A Dsus2 A
I comb my hair and throw some water on my face
Dsus2 A
And back out of the stillness of our house
E F#m Dsus2
Lately, my patience is in short supply
E F#m
Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work
Dsus2 A Asus2
No matter how hard I try
[Verse 2]
A Dsus2 A
You know I believe in the Son, I ain’t no backslider
Dsus2 A
But my people were told they’d prosper in this land
Dsus2 A
Still, I know some who’ve never seen the ocean
Dsus2 A
Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand
E F#m Dsus2
But they’ve got their treasure laying way up high
E
Where there might be many mansions
F#m Dsus2 A Asus2
But when I look up, all I see is sky
[Chorus]
F#m E Dsus2
Maybe it’s the getting by that gets right underneath you
E F#m Dsus2
It’d swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
E
But maybe it’s the stuff it takes to get up
A Dsus2 E F#m
In the mor—ning and put another day in, son
E A E/G#
That holds you till the getting’s good
[Bridge]
F#m E
Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days
A Dsus2 E
This whole town is tied to the torso of God’s mysterious ways
[Chorus]
F#m E Dsus2
Maybe it’s the getting by that gets right underneath you
E F#m Dsus2
It’d swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
E
But maybe it’s the stuff it takes to get up
A Dsus2 E F#m
In the mor—ning and put another day in, son
A Dsus2 A
That keeps you standing where you should
E F#m A Dsus2 A Dsus2
So put another day in, son, and hold on till the getting’s good
[Ending]
A Dsus2 A
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