When it comes to bury me ,put a fith rum in my hand
Might as well come and take my soul
'cos I can't take it to the promise land
Well, well, well ,So I can die easy
Well, well, well ,So I can die easy
The devil's gonna make up my dying bed
Meet me brother meet me,for i have so much to say
might as well come and take my soul
'cos i won't need it on my dying day
Well, well, well ,So I can die easy
Well, well, well ,So I can die easy
The devil's gonna make up my dying bed
In my time of dying ,I don't want nobody to move
All I want from my friends to do ,
is to hold my dying arms
Well, well, well ,So I can die easy
Well, well, well ,So I can die easy
Well, well, well ,So I can die easy
The devil's gonna make up my dying bed
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