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' downWell, 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' bedFeelin' 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'