Things Bout Comin My Way

D D7 G7 D G7 D F#7 B7 E7 A7 D A7 D D7 Aint't got no mon-ey, ain't got no grub, G7 D Back-bone and navel doin' the belly rub. G7 D F#7 B7 Now after all my hard tra vel-'in, E7 A7 D A7 Things about comin' my way. D D7 The pot was empty, the cupboard bare, G7 D Said, "Mama, mama, what's goin' on here"? G7 D F#7 B7 After all my hard tra vel-'in, E7 A7 D A7 Things about comin' my way. D D7 Sister was sick, Doc wouldn't come, G7 D We couldn't pay him the proper sum. G7 D F#7 B7 Now after all my hard tra vel-'in, E7 A7 D A7 Things about comin' my way. D D7 G7 D G7 D F#7 B7 E7 A7 D A7 D D7 Worked all this Summer, worked all this Fall, G7 D Gotta' make this Christmas in these over-alls. G7 D F#7 B7 But after all my hard tra vel-'in, E7 A7 D A7 Things about comin' my way. D D7 The rent was due, the lights was out, G7 D Said, "Mama, Mama, what's this all a-bout"? G7 D F#7 B7 But after all my hard tra vel-'in, E7 A7 D A7 Things about comin' my way. D D7 G7 D G7 D F#7 B7 E7 A7 D A7 D D7 One of these days, it won't be long, G7 D You'll call my name, and I'll be gone. G7 D F#7 B7 'Cause after all my hard tra vel-'in, E7 A7 D Things about comin' my way. G7 D F#7 B7 'Cause after all my hard tra vel-'in, E7 A7 D Things about comin' my way.