Fixin' To Die Blues Lyrics by Bob Dylan
Album : Bob Dylan
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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.
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.