In My Time of Dying by Doyle Bramhall II, Gary Clark, Jr.
VERSION #1 as recorded by "Joshua White, The Singing Christian" (JOSH WHITE, vocal/guitar), New York, NY, Aug 15, 1933; transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
Now, in the time of dying, I don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want my friends to do Comin' for my dying arms,
Well, well, well, So I can die easy,
Well, well, well. Well, well, well,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me,
Won't you meet me in the middle of the air.
And if these wings should fail me, Lord,
Won't you meet me with another pair,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy, Well, well, well.
Won't you meet me, Jesus,
Well, well, well, Well, well, well,
Jesus gonna make up my dyin'.
I'm going on down to the river,
Stick my sword up in the sand.
Gonna shout my troubles over,
Lord, I done made it to the promised land,
Well, well, well, I've done crossed over,
Well, well, well. Well, well, well,
I've done crossed over,
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Ever since I been acquainted with Jesus,
We haven't been a mil (?) apart.
He placed the receiver in my hand,
True religion in my heart, Well, well, well. I can ring up my Jesus,
Well, well, well,
Well, well, well, I can ring up Jesus, Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Going on down to the river,
Stick my sword up in the sand, Gonna shout my troubles over,
I've done made it to the promised land,
Well, well, well. I've done crossed over, Well, well well,
Well, well, well, Jesus gonna make up dyin' bed.
