Fixin' To Die
Bukka White
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Verse 1:D Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to dieG Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to dieC Well, I don't mind dyingG But I hate to leave my childrenD cryingD Well, I look over yonder to that burying groundContinues after the adG Look over yonder to that burying groundC G Sure seems lonesome, Lord, whenD the sun goes down Verse 2: 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. Verse 3: 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.