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' kinda funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
I'm walkin' kinda funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
I don't mind dyin'
Well, I hate to leave my children cryin'

Well, look over yonder, boy
Yeah, to that burying ground
Look over yonder's wall
Yeah, to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord
Yeah, when that sun is sinking down

Well, there's black smoke is rising, Lord
It's rising up above my, up above my head
Well, there's black smoke is rising, Lord
It's rising up above my, up above my head
Can't tell Jesus
Make my dying 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'