In My Time of Dying (Live: O2 Arena, London - December 10, 2007)

In my time of dying， want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well， well， well， so I can die easy

Well， well， well， so I can die easy
Jesus， got to make you， alright， sure know
Jesus， gonna make you
Jesus， gonna make it my dyin’ bed
Meet me， Jesus， meet me
Ooh， meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me， Lord
Oh， please meet me with another pair
Well， well， well， so I can die easy
Oh-oo-oh， well， well， well， so I can die easy
Jesus， gonna make you， somebody， somebody
Oh， oh， Jesus gonna make you
Jesus gonna make you my dyin’ bed
Oh， Saint Peter， at the gates of hea’en
Won’t you let me in
I never did no harm
I never did no wrong
Oh， oh Gabriel， let me blow your horn
Let me blow your horn
Oh， I never did， did no harm
Did no harm
I’ve only been the young once
I never thought I’d do anybody no wrong
No， not once， oh
Oh， good
（Guitar Solo）

Oh， I did somebody some good
Somebody some good， yeah-yes-oh
Oh， did somebody some good， yeah
I must have did somebody some good， yeah
Oh， I believe I did
I see the smilin’ faces
I know there must be lipstick traces，

（Guitar Solo）
God
And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field， yeah
And I hear them out under my feet
And I know it’s got to be real
Oh， Lord， deliver me
All the wrong I’ve done
Ooh， you can deliver me， Lo-ord
I only wanted to have some fun
Oh， hear the angels marchin’， hear the marchin’，
hear them marchin’， hear them marchin’， the marchin’
Oh my Jesus， oh my Jesus， oh my Jesus， oh my Jesus， oh my Jesus， oh my
Jesus， Oh my Jesus， oh my Jesus， oh my Jesus， oh my Je-ah-oh， ah my Je-hey， yeah，
that’s got to be my Jesus， whoa-whoa
It’s got to be， it’s got to be my Jesus
It’s got to be， oh
It’s got to be my Jesus
Oh， gonna take me home
Come on， come on
I can hear the angels singin’
Oh， here they come， here they come， here they come
Bye-bye， bye-bye， bye-bye， bye-bye， bye-bye
Oh， it feels pretty good up here， pretty good up here
I’ll touch Jesus， I’ll touch Jesus， I’ll touch Jesus， I’ll touch Jesus， I’ll
touch Jesus
Oh， oh， oh， oh， oh， oh， oh， yeah
Oh， I see him
Come on， take， take， take， take， take， take， take， take， take， take， take，
take， take
Ooh， yes， come on， oh， oh yeah
Oh， don’t you make it my dyin’， dyin’， dyin’
（hack cough cough）
Cough...
（That’s gonna be the one， isn’t it?）
（Come have a listen， then.）
（Oh yes， thank you.）