Living The Blues (Live)

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

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