Oh well, well
You dying bed maker
He’s a dying bed maker
A dying bed maker
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Jesus made a woman up at his well;
She went a running off
I saw a man leaning on the well
He told me everything I need
Well, well

He might be a prophet
He might be a prophet
He might be a prophet
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Let’s go and meet him
Let’s go and meet him
Let’s go and meet him
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Well when I crawl up in my dying bed
I want my friend to be bold
It is all I ask you to do for me
Come lay me on the coolin' board
Well
Gonna stretch out on it
Gonna stretch out on it
Gonna stretch out on it
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Well, well

He's a heart fixer
He's a heart fixer
He's a heart fixer
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Well when I crawl up in my dying bed
Passing by my years
And all I ask you to do for me
Come and set up at my wake
Well

I'm going to heaven
I'm going to heaven
I'm going to heaven
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Oh well, well

I've got religion
I've got religion
I've got religion
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Oh well, well
I'm on my journey
I'm on my journey
I'm on my journey
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Well when I crawl up in my dying bed;
I want my fate to be bold
It is all I ask you to do for me
Come lay me on the coolin' board
Oh well, well

Gonna stretch out on it
I'm gonna stretch out on it
Stretch out on it
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed