Die Easy

Mmm
Oh

When comes to bury me
Put a feather arm in my hand
Might as well come and take my soul
I won't make it to the promised land

In my time of dying
I don't want nobody to moan
All I want for my friends to do
Is to fold up my dying arms

Well, well, well
So I can die easy
Well, well, well
So I can die easy
Well
So I can die easy

The devil's gonna make up my dying bed