Frazey Ford - IN MY TIME OF DYING lyrics

rate me

Well in my time of dying

I don't want nobody to moan

All i want my friends to do

Come and fold my dying arms

Well, well, well so i can die easy

Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Won't you meet me Jesus, meet me

Won't you meet me in the middle of the air

And if these wings should fail me lord

Won't you meet me with another pair

Well, well, won't you meet me Jesus

Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Now I'm going on down to the river

Stick my sword up in the sand

Gonna shout my troubles over lord

I done made it to the promised land

Well, well, well i done crossed over

Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Ever since i've been acquainted with jesus

We haven't been a minute apart

He placed the receiver in my ear

Threw religion in my heart

Well, well, well i can ring up my Jesus

Jesus gonna make up my dying bed<br />

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Thanks to Razvan