In My Time Of Dying

The Cold Stares

In my time of dying, 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
Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Jesus gotta make up
Jesus gotta make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed

Meet me, Jesus, meet me
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
Well, well, well, so I can die easy

Jesus gotta make up
Jesus gotta make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed

Well, in my time of dyin'
Don't want nobody to cry
All I want for you to do
Is [?]

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 gotta make up
Jesus gotta make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed

Jesus gotta make up
Jesus gotta make up
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed