Die Easy

Thursday, November 10, 2016 - 16:04

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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

Writer(s): Rory Charles Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com