Lyrics:

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