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Thu, 24.09.2009

JESUS MAKE UP MY DYING BED by Blind Willie Johnson.

Since me and Jesus got: married
Haven’t been a minute apart
With the receiver in my hand
And re-ligion in my heart.

I can ring ‘im up easy
Ahhhhhh
Oh well
Ring ‘im up easy
Go make up my

Mmmmm
Weeping that he ain’t: lost
They despised the Amen
Hanging on the Cross

Hanging there in misery
Ahhhhhhh
Oh well
Hanging there in misery
Go make up my
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmm mmmmm
Jesus gon’ make up my

They despised the: Amen
Made poor Martha moan
Jesus said to his de-ciples
Come and carry my mother along

Dying will be easy
Ahhhhhhhh
Dying will be easy
Dying will be

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