Fixin' to Die

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord

I believe I'm fixing to die

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord

I believe I'm fixing to die

Well, I don't 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 I'm fixing to die, fixing to die

Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord

I believe I'm fixing to die

Well, I don't mind dying but

I hate to leave my children crying

Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord

It's rising up above my head, up above my head

Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord

It's rising up above my head

And tell Jesus make up my dying bed

I'm walking kind of funny, Lord

I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die

Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord

I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die, fixing to die

Well, I don't mind dying

But I hate to leave my children crying