Fixin’ to Die

Lyrics
I'm feeling funny in my mind and I believe I'm fixin' to die I'm feeling funny in my mind and I believe that I'm fixin' to die Well, I don't mind dying; I just hate to leave my children crying Hey! Look over yonder to that burying ground I said, look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome when the sun goes down Black cloud rising up above my head There's a black cloud rising up above my head Sure seems Jesus is making my dying bed Hey! I'm feeling funny in my mind and I believe that I'm fixin' to die Funny in my mind and I believe that I'm fixin' to die Well, I don't mind dying; I just hate to leave my children crying Fixin' to die Fixin' to die Fixin' to die Yeah, funny in my mind and I believe that I'm fixin' to die I'm feeling funny in my mind, believe I'm fixin' to die Well, I don't mind dying; I just hate to leave my children crying Yeah Fixin' to die I'm fixin' to die Fixin' to die Die Fixin' to die
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Credits
- Writers
- Bukka White