[Verse 1]
When it comes to bury me
Put a fifth of rum in my hand
Might as well come and take my soul
I can't take it to the promised land

[Chorus]
Well, well, well
So I can rest easy
Well, well, well
So I can rest easy
The devil’s gonna make up my dying bed

[Verse 2]
Meet me, brother, meet me
For I have so much to say
Might as well come and take my soul
I won't need it on my dying day

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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