Rag'N'Bone Man
Lyricist: Rag’n’Bone Man Composer: Rag’n’Bone Man
When it comes to bury me
Put a feather arm in my hand
Might as well come and take my soul
I can't take it to the promised land
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
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
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
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
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