Die Easy Songtext
von 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
Devil′s gonna make up my dyin' bed

Meet me brotha', meet me
For I have so much to say
Might as well come and take my soul
I won′t need it on my dyin′ day


Well, well, well,
So I can die easy
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy
Devil's gonna make up my dyin′ bed

In my time of dying
I don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for my friends to do
Is to hold up 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
Devil′s gonna make up my dyin' bed