Die Easy - Rag'n'Bone Man

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

The devil’s gonna make up my dying bed

Meet me, brother, meet me

For I have so much to say

Might as well come and take my soul

Cause I won’t need it on my dying day

Well, well, well

So I can die easy

Well, well, well

So I can die easy

The devil’s gonna make up my dying bed

In my time of dying

I don’t want nobody to mourn

All I want for my friends to do

Is to hold my 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

The devil’s gonna make up my dying bed