Lyric Fixin To Die

(first release¡ºbooker t. washington (bukka) white)

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 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 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
It s rising up above my head, 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.