Josh White: Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed
GLI EXTRA DELLE CCG / AWS EXTRAS / LES EXTRAS DES CCGOriginale | La versione di Bob Dylan, 1962. |
JOSH WHITE: JESUS MAKE UP MY DYING BED In the time of dying I don't want nobody to moan All I want my friends to do, Come and fold 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 Jesus gonna make up my dying bed In the time time of dying I don't want nobody to cry All I want my friends to do, Come and close my dying eyes Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Goin' on down to the river Stick my sword up in the sand Gonna shout, "My trouble's over, I've done made it to the Promised Land." Well, well, well, I've done crossed over Well, well, well Well, well, well, I've done crossed over Jesus gonna make up my dying bed He's a dying bed maker Well, well, well Well, well, well, He's a dying bed maker Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Goin' on down to the river Stick my sword up in the sand Gonna shout, "My trouble's over, I've done made it to the Promised Land." Well, well, well, I've done crossed over Well, well, well, I've done crossed over Well, well, well, I've done crossed over Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Meet me, Jesus, meet me Won't you meet me in the middle of the air? And if these wings should fail me, Lord, Won't you meet me with another pair? Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus? Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus? Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus? Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus? Well, well, well Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus? Jesus gonna make up my dying bed | IN MY TIME OF DYIN' 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 gonna 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 to 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. |