Josh White: Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed
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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 DYING In my time of dying I 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, so I can die easy Jesus, going to make up Jesus Jesus, going to make up Jesus going to make up my dying bed Meet me, Jesus, meet me Uh, meet me in the middle of the air If my wings should fail me, Lord Please meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, going to make up Somebody, somebody Oh, Jesus going to make up Jesus going to make you my dying bed Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven Won't you let me in? I never did no harm I never did no wrong Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn Let me blow your horn Oh, I never did, did no harm Did no harm I've only been this young once I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong No, not once Oh, I did somebody some good Somebody some good Oh, did somebody some good I must have did somebody some good Oh, I believe I did I see the smiling faces I know I must have left some traces And I see them in the streets And I see them in the field And I hear them shouting under my feet And I know it's got to be real Oh, Lord, deliver me All the wrong I've done You can deliver me, Lord I only wanted to have some fun Hear the angels marching Hear them marching Hear them marching Hear them marching Them marching Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus! Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus! It's pretty good up here Oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina! Oh, I'll see you again Oh, don't you make it my dying, dying, dying? |