Bob Dylan

In my time of dying
Well, in my time of dying don't 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
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me

in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail to me
Lord, won't you meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry

All I want you to do is take me when I die
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed 

I fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, 
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord 
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying 
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord, 

I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord 
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying but 
I hate to leave my children crying
There's a black smoke rising, Lord 
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed.

I'm walking kind of funny, Lord 

I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord 
I believe I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying 
But I hate to leave my children crying.