Fixin' To Die

Bukka White

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Key: 
Verse 1:

D
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing 
to die

G
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die

        C
Well, I don't mind dying

      G                        
But I hate to leave my children 

 D
crying


D
Well, I look over yonder to that 
burying ground

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Look over yonder to that burying 
ground

C                    G           
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when 

            D
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.
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Composition: Bukka White

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