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.）