hmm oh oh oh when it comes to bury me put a fifth of rum in my hand might as well come and take my soul i won t make it to the promised land in my time of dying i don t want nobody to mourn all i want for my friends to do is to fold up my dying arms well well well so i can die easy well well well so i can die easy well so i can die easy the devil s gonna make up my dying bed1
['neo soul']