Mmm

Oh

When comes to bury me

Put a feather arm in my hand

Might as well come and take my soul

I won't make it to the promised land

In my time of dying

I don't want nobody to moan

All I want for my friends to do

Is to fold up my dying arms

Well well well

So I can die easy

Well well well

So I can die easy

Well

So I can die easy

The devil's gonna make up my dying bed