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I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die
I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die
Well I ain't scared of dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
So many nights by the fireside
I heard my children's mama cry
So many nights by the fireside
I heard my children's mama cry
That's why I've tried so hard, children
To come home to die
Your mama treated me, children
Like I was her baby child
Your mama treated me, children
Like I was her baby child
That's why I just could not tell her
I had to say goodbye
Oh take my children back before
Before they lay me down
Oh take my children back before
Before they lay me down
Don't leave them standing
On that burying ground
I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die
I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die
Well I ain't scared of dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well I ain't scared of dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well I ain't scared of dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Fixin’ To Die was written by Bukka White.