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