Feelin funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixin to die, fixin to die
Feelin 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
Feelin funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixin to die, fixin to die
Feelin 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
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
Feelin funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixin to die, fixin to die
Feelin 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
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