In My Time Of Dying Lyrics

Frazey Ford In My Time Of Dying

Well in my time of dying I don't want nobody to moan All i want my friends to do Come and fold my dying arms

Well, well, well so i can die easy Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Won't you 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, won't you meet me Jesus Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Now 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 done crossed over Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Ever since i've been acquainted with jesus We haven't been a minute apart He placed the receiver in my ear Threw religion in my heart

Well, well, well i can ring up my Jesus Jesus gonna make up my dying bed