Fixin' To Die (Live)

Fixin' To Die (死期將至) (Live) - Bob Dylan (鮑勃·迪倫)

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

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

Well I don't mind dying

But I hate to leave my children crying

You mama treat me like was her baby child

Like was her baby child baby child

You mama treat me like was her baby child

Like was her baby child like was her baby child

It was cane come home lord

Here we can home down

Here we can home down

That can home down

That can home down

Feeling funny in my mind Lord

I believe I'm fixing to die

I believe I'm fixing to die

I'm looking for I believe I'm fixing to die