"Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed" as written by and Phelps....
I said a prayer to Jesus Christ instead of weeping
But I meant to cry
In time I receive a rose in my hand
Left a sore on my eye
Left a sore on my eye
Singing I-I-I bring the boy up easy
I-I-I, I can't bring a boy up easy
Jesus is gonna make up my dying bed

Ladies don't cry
I'm weeping saying
He ain't bored
I know them heathens
Left him hanging on a cross
Hanging on a cross

Finally he did
Hear the Lord weep and moan
Say eat this apple
Carry my body home
Carry my body home
Lord, Lord, Lord
I done gone up
Bring him home, bring him home

I was laying there
Dead and buried
Someone said that I was lost
When I got down
I had to find me and I did cross
I had to find me and I did cross
I had to find me and I did cross

I,I,I I done gone over
I done gone
I,I,I, I done gone
Gonna make up my dying bed
Jesus make up my dying bed
Jesus make up my dying bed


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"Jesus Make up My Dying Bed" as written by Phelps

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