Jesus is a Dying Bed Maker Songtext
von Uncle Sinner

When I′m called up yonder in my dying bed
I want my friends to be bold
All I'd ask you to do for me—
Go & lay me on the cooling board
Oh well, well, I′m gonna stretch out on him
I'm gonna stretch out on him
Stretch out on him
Jesus gonna make up my dying...

When my heart stops beating and my hands turn cold
Blood stops running on
Take my hand, take all my wealth
Take everything I've done
Oh well, well, hard teacher
He′s a hard teacher
Hard teacher
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed


Well meet me Jesus, meet me up
Meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me, lord,
Won′t you meet me with another pair
Oh well, well, on my journey
I'm on my journey
On my journey
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

When I′m called up yonder in my dying bed
I want my friends to be bold
All I'd ask you to do for me—
Go & lay me on the cooling board
Oh well, well, gonna stretch out on him
Gonna stretch out on him
Stretch out on him
Jesus gonna make up my dying
Jesus gonna make up my dyin bed