Fixin To Die Blues lyrics

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,

I believe I`m fixing to die, 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

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.


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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