Fixin to Die

<br>(first releasebooker t. washington (bukka) white)<br><br><br><br>Feeling funny in my mind, lord,<br><br>I believe Im fixing to die<br><br>Feeling funny in my mind, lord<br><br>I believe Im fixing to die<br><br>Well, I dont mind dying<br><br>But I hate to leave my children crying<br><br>Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground<br><br>Look over yonder to that burying ground<br><br>Sure seems lonesome, lord, when the sun goes down<br><br><br><br>Feeling funny in my eyes, lord,<br><br>I believe Im fixing to die, fixing to die<br><br>Feeling funny in my eyes, lord<br><br>I believe Im fixing to die<br><br>Well, I dont mind dying but<br><br>I hate to leave my children crying<br><br>Theres a black smoke rising, lord<br><br>Its rising up above my head, up above my head<br><br>Its rising up above my head, up above my head<br><br>And tell jesus make up my dying bed.<br><br><br><br>Im walking kind of funny, lord<br><br>I believe Im fixing to die, fixing to die<br><br>Yes Im walking kind of funny, lord<br><br>I believe Im fixing to die<br><br>Fixing to die, fixing to die<br><br>Well, I dont mind dying<br><br>But I hate to leave my children crying.