When comes to bury me Put a fifth 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
The devil's gonna make up my dying bed Meet me brother, meet me for I have so much to say Might as well come and take my soul 'Cause I won't need it on my dying day
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 In my time of dying, I don't want nobody to move All I want from my friends to do Is to hold my 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
The devil's gonna make up my dying bedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
