Well, in my time of dyin´ don´t want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus going to make up my dying bed

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me, Lord, won´t you meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Lord, in my time of dyin´ don´t want nobody to cry
All I want you to do is take me when I die
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed