I said a prayer to Jesus Christ instead of weeping But I meant to cry In time I receive a rose in my hand Left a sore on my eye Left a sore on my eye Singing I-I-I bring the boy up easy I-I-I, I can't bring a boy up easy Jesus is gonna make up my dying bed Ladies don't cry I'm weeping saying He ain't bored I know them heathens Left him hanging on a cross Hanging on a cross Finally he did Hear the Lord weep and moan Say eat this apple Carry my body home Carry my body home Lord, Lord, Lord I done gone up Bring him home, bring him home I was laying there Dead and buried Someone said that I was lost When I got down I had to find me and I did cross I had to find me and I did cross I had to find me and I did cross I,I,I I done gone over I done gone I,I,I, I done gone Gonna make up my dying bed Jesus make up my dying bed Jesus make up my dying bed