Well Im called up yonder in my dyin bed I want my friends to be bold All Id ask you to do for me Go and lay me on the coolin board Oh well, oh well Gonna stretch out on him Gonna stretch out on him Stretch out on him Jesus gonna make up my dyin When my heart stops beatin And my hands turn cold Blood stops runnin all Take my hand, take all my wealth Take everything I done Oh well, oh well Hard teacher Hes a hard teacher Hard teacher Jesus gonna make up my dyin bed Well meet me Jesus, meet me up Meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail me, Lord Oh, wont you meet me with another pair? Oh well, oh well On my journey Im on my journey On my journey Jesus gonna make up my dyin bed Well Im called up yonder in my dyin bed I want my friends to be bold All Id ask you to do for me Go and lay me on the coolin board Oh well, oh well Gonna stretch out on him Gonna stretch out on him Stretch out on him Jesus gonna make up my dyin Jesus gonna make up my dyin bed
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