When it comes to bury me, Put a feather(?) arm 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 do 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 is gonna make up my dying bed.