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 you, alright, sure know Jesus, gonna make you Jesus, gonna make it my dyin’ bed Meet me, Jesus, meet me Ooh, meet me in the middle of the air If my wings should fail me, Lord Oh, please meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Oh-oo-oh, well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make you, somebody, somebody Oh, oh, Jesus gonna make you Jesus gonna make you my dyin’ bed Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of hea’en 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, did no harm Did no harm I’ve only been the young once I never thought I’d do anybody no wrong No, not once, oh Oh, good (Guitar Solo) Oh, I did somebody some good Somebody some good, yeah-yes-oh Oh, did somebody some good, yeah I must have did somebody some good, yeah Oh, I believe I did I see the smilin’ faces I know there must be lipstick traces, (Guitar Solo) God And I see them in the streets And I see them in the field, yeah And I hear them out under my feet And I know it’s got to be real Oh, Lord, deliver me All the wrong I’ve done Ooh, you can deliver me, Lo-ord I only wanted to have some fun Oh, hear the angels marchin’, hear the marchin’, hear them marchin’, hear them marchin’, the marchin’ Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Je-ah-oh, ah my Je-hey, yeah, that’s got to be my Jesus, whoa-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, gonna take me home Come on, come on I can hear the angels singin’ 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 I’ll touch Jesus, I’ll touch Jesus, I’ll touch Jesus, I’ll touch Jesus, I’ll touch Jesus Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, I see him Come on, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take Ooh, yes, come on, oh, oh yeah Oh, don’t you make it my dyin’, dyin’, dyin’ (hack cough cough) Cough... (That’s gonna be the one, isn’t it?) (Come have a listen, then.) (Oh yes, thank you.)