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 The devil's gonna make up my dying bed Meet me, brother, meet me For I have so much to say He 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 mourn All I want for 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 bed