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Fixin' To Die - 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.