Fixin' To Die (Live)

Bob Dylan Fixin' to Die Blues 姝岃瘝

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