A.S. Coomer - Survive (All My Trials) Lyrics

If love was thing that money could buy
The rich would live and the poor would die
But I'll survive, Lord, I'll make it through
Go to sleep, my little baby, don't you cry
Yer mean ol' daddy has to die
Oh, I'll survive, Lord, I'll make it through
Too late, my sisters, too late, but never mind
Here comes Old Man Death swinging his midnight scythe
I have a little black book that sets me free
Inkblood letters spelling "ecstasy"
Oh, I'll survive, Lord, I'll make it through if you just see me through
Yes, a woman was born to suffer agony
Her will to live is defiant poetry
Oh, I'll survive, Lord, I'll make it through