Fixin to Die Blues by Bukka White lyrics - DamnLyrics

Fixin to Die Blues Lyrics

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 dieWell, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children cryingWell, I look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord
When the sun goes downFeeling 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 dieWell, I don't mind dying but
I hate to leave my children cryingWell 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 bedI'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 dieWell, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying

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Booker T. Washington "Bukka" White (November 12, 1909 – February 26, 1977) was an American delta blues guitarist and singer. Born between Aberdeen and Houston, Mississippi, White was a first cousin of B.B. King's mother (White's mother and King's grandmother were sisters). White himself is remembered as a player of National steel guitars. He also played, but was less adept at, the piano.
"Bukka" is a phonetic spelling of Booker White's given name, first used by his second (1937) record label (Vocalion). White started his career playing the fiddle at square dances.

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