Bukka White - Fixin' To Die lyrics

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 Well, there's a black smoke rising, Lord It's rising up above my head, up above my head Well, there's a black smoke rising, Lord It's rising 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