Текст песни
When
it
comes
to
bury
me
Put
a
fifth
of
rum
in
my
hand
Might
as
well
come
and
take
my
soul
'Cause
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
Devil's
gonna
make
up
my
dyin'
bed
Meet
me
brotha',
meet
me
For
I
have
so
much
to
say
Might
as
well
come
and
take
my
soul
I
won't
need
it
on
my
dyin'
day
Well,
well,
well,
So
I
can
die
easy
Well,
well,
well,
So
I
can
die
easy
Devil's
gonna
make
up
my
dyin'
bed
In
my
time
of
dying
I
don't
want
nobody
to
mourn
All
I
want
for
my
friends
to
do
Is
to
hold
up
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
Devil's
gonna
make
up
my
dyin'
bed
1 Your Way or the Rope
2 Human
3 Innocent Man
4 Skin
5 Bitter End
6 Be the Man
7 Odetta
8 Grace
9 Ego
10 As You Are
11 Die Easy
12 Fade to Nothing
13 Life In Her Yet
14 Lay My Body Down
15 Wolves
16 Healed
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