Hợp âm Wake Nicodemus

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[Verse 1]
[G]Nicodemus
Nicodemus the slave was of African birth
And was bought [C]for a bag full of [G]gold
He was reckoned as part
of the salt of the earth
And he died long [C]ago, very [G]old
And his [D]last sad request
[G]as they lay him to rest
In the [D]trunk of an old [G]hollow tree
Wake me up was his charge
At the first break of day
Wake me up for the [C]great jubilee
[G]The[D]re'[G]s a great time coming
And it's not far off
Been [D]long, long, long on the way
So [G]go and tell Elijah to hurry up home
[C]And mee[G]t us by the gum tre[D]e
[G]down in the swamp
For to wake [C]Nicodemus [G]today
Nicodemus was never
the sport of the lash
Though the bullets had
[C]oft crossed his p[G]ath
There were none of his masters
so bold or so rash
As to face such [C]a man in [G]his wrath.
But his [D]great heart with kindness
was [G]filled to the brim,
He [D]obeyed who was [G]born to command,
And he longed for the mornin'
which then was so dim
Tis the mornin' which now
[C]is [G]at hand[D]
[G]There's a great time comin'
and it's not far off
Been long, long, [D]long on the way
So [G]go and tell Nigel to hurry [C]up home
And [G]meet us by [D]the gum tree,
[G]down in the swamp,
For to wake [C]Nicodemus [G]today.