Fixin' to Die

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord

I believe I'm fixin' to die

Feeling 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 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 fixin' to die, fixin' to die

Feeling 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 crying

Well, there's black smoke rising, Lord

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

Well, there's black smoke rising, Lord

It's rising up above my head

And tell Jesus make up my dying bed

Well, I'm walking kind of funny, Lord

I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die

Yes, I'm walking kind of funny, Lord

I believe I'm fixin' to die

Fixin' to die, fixin' to die

Well, I don't mind dyin'

But I hate to leave my children crying