Lyrics
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Verse 1
When it comes to bury me
Put a fifth of rum in my hand
Might as well come and take my soul
I can't take it to the promised land
Chorus
Well, well, well
So I can rest easy
Well, well, well
So I can rest easy
The devil’s gonna make up my dying bed
Verse 2
Meet me, brother, meet me
For I have so much to say
Might as well come and take my soul
I won't need it on my dying day
Chorus
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
Verse 3
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
Chorus
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
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