When it comes to bury me

Put a fifth of rum in my hand

Might as well come and take my soul′Cause I can't take it to the promised land

Well, well, well,

So I can die easy

Well, well, well,

So I can die easy

Devil′s gonna make up my dyin' bed

Meet me brotha', meet me

For I have so much to say

Might as well come and take my soul

I won′t need it on my dyin′ day

Well, well, well,

So I can die easy

Well, well, well,

So I can die easy

Devil's gonna make up my dyin′ bed

In my time of dying

I don't want nobody to mourn

All I want for my friends to do

Is to hold up 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

Devil′s gonna make up my dyin' bed