Die Easy

When it comes to bury mePut a fifth of rum in my handMight as well come and take my soul'Cause I can't take it to the promised landWell, well, wellSo I can die easyWell, well, wellSo I can die easyThe devil's gonna make up my dying bedMeet me, brother, meet meFor I have so much to sayHe might as well come and take my soul'Cause I won't need it on my dying dayWell, well, wellSo I can die easyWell, well, wellSo I can die easyThe devil's gonna make up my dying bedIn my time of dyingI don't want nobody to mournAll I want for my friends to doIs to hold my dying armsWell, well, wellSo I can die easyWell, well, wellSo I can die easyWell, well, wellSo I can die easyThe devil's gonna make up my dying bed