Fixin' To Die-Bob Dylan
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 childen crying
Well 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
There's a black smoke rising Lord
It's rising up above my head up above my head
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