Fixin' To Die Blues Lyrics - Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

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 

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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 

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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