Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, don't mind dyin',
but I hate to leave my children cryin'
Well, look over yonder to
that buryin' ground
Look over yonder to that buryin' ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord,
when the sun goes down
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die,
fixin' to die
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dying,
but I hate to leave my
children crying
There's a black smoke a -risin',
Lord, it's risin' up above my head
Up above my head
There's a black smoke a -risin',
Lord, it's risin' up above my head
And tell Jesus, make up my dying bed
I'm a -walkin' kind of funny, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die
I'm a -walkin' kind of funny,
Lord, I believe
Fixin' to die, fixin' to die, fixin' to die
Well I don't mind dyin'
but I hate to leave my children cryin'