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.