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
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
Cause 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 mourn
All I want for 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
