Die Easy

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