In My Time of Dying

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 Jesus got to make out Should know Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make it my dying bed Meet me, Jesus, meet me Ooh, meet me in the middle of the air If my wings should fail me, Lord Pease meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Oh-oh, well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up Somebody, somebody Oh, oh, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make it 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, oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn, let me blow your horn Oh, I never did no harm, did no harm I've only made the young ones I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong No, not once, oh no Oh, good Oh, I did somebody some good Somebody some good, yes, oh Oh, did somebody some good, yeah I must've did somebody some good, yeah Oh, I believe I did I see the smiling faces I know there must be lipstick traces, oh And I see them in the streets And I see them in the field And I hear them at my feet And I know it's got to be real Oh Lord, deliver me All the wrong I've done Oh, you can deliver me, Lord I only wanted to have some fun Oh, hear the angels marching, they're marching Hear them marching, hear them marching Marching Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus My Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, ah, oh Ah, my Jesus, hey, it's got to be my Jesus, oh-whoa It's got to be, it's got to be my Jesus It's got to be, oh It's got to be my Jesus, oh, take me home Come on, come on, I can hear the angels singing Oh, here they come, here they come, here they come Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye Oh, it feels pretty good up here, pretty good up here Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus My Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, ah, oh Ah, my Jesus, hey, it's got to be my Jesus, oh-whoa It's got to be, it's got to be my Jesus It's got to be, oh It's got to be my Jesus, oh, take me home Come on, come on, I can hear the angels singing Oh, here they come, here they come, here they come Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye Oh, it feels pretty good up here, pretty good up here Oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-yeah Ooh, I'll see you again, come on Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, yeah, yeah, hey, hey, oh yeah I'm gon' to make it my dying, dying, dying Cough That's gonna be the one, isn't it? Come and have a listen then Oh yes, thank you