Fixin' to Die

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, I don't mind dyin'
 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 fixin' to die, fixin' to die
 Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
 I believe I'm fixin' to die
 Well, I don't mind dyin'
 But I hate to leave my children crying
 Well, there's black smoke rising, Lord
 It's rising up above my head, up above my head
 Well, there's black smoke rising, Lord
 It's rising up above my head
 And tell Jesus make up my dying bed
 Well, I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
 I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die
 Yes, I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
 I believe I'm fixin' to die
 Fixin' to die, fixin' to die
 Well, I don't mind dyin'
 But I hate to leave my children crying