Fixin' to Die

Fixin' to Die - Carolyn Hester/Bob Dylan

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 childen crying

Well 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

There's a black smoke rising Lord

It's rising up above my head

Up above my head

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