Fixin To Die
(first releasebooker t. washington (bukka) white)
Feeling funny in my mind, lord,
I believe Im fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, lord
I believe Im fixing to die
Well, I dont mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, lord, when the sun goes down
Feeling funny in my eyes, lord,
I believe Im fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, lord
I believe Im fixing to die
Well, I dont mind dying but
I hate to leave my children crying
Theres a black smoke rising, lord
Its rising up above my head, up above my head
Its rising up above my head, up above my head
And tell jesus make up my dying bed.
Im walking kind of funny, lord
I believe Im fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes Im walking kind of funny, lord
I believe Im fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Well, I dont mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying.
song performed by Bob Dylan
Added by Lucian Velea
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