The Getting By

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