Fixin' To Die Blues Lyrics - Singles - Bukka White

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