Fixin’ to Die

Lyrics
Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die Well, I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin' I'm walkin' kinda funny, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die I'm walkin' kinda funny, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die I don't mind dyin' Well, I hate to leave my children cryin' Well, look over yonder, boy Yeah, to that burying ground Look over yonder's wall Yeah, to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord Yeah, when that sun is sinking down Well, there's black smoke is rising, Lord It's rising up above my, up above my head Well, there's black smoke is rising, Lord It's rising up above my, up above my head Can't tell Jesus Make my dying bed Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die Well, I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin'
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Credits
- Writers
- Bukka White