Fixin' to Die

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' kind of funny, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die Well, I'm walkin' kind of funny, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin' Well, look over yonder wall Yeah, to that buryin' ground Look over yonder wall Yeah, to that buryin' ground Sure seems lonesome, lonely Yeah, when that sun is sinkin' down Well, there's a black smoke risin' on us Rising up above my, up above my head Well, there's a black smoke risin' on us It's rising up above my, up above my head Can't tell Jesus, make my dyin' 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'