FeeIing funny in my mind, Lord,
I beIieve I ’m fixing to die, fixing to die
FeeIing funny in my mind, Lord
I beIieve I ’m fixing to die
WeII, I don ’t mind dying
But I hate to Ieave my chiIdren crying
WeII, I Iook over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems Ionesome, Lord, when the sun goes down
FeeIing funny in my eyes, Lord,
I beIieve I ’m fixing to die, fixing to die
FeeIing funny in my eyes, Lord
I beIieve I ’m fixing to die
WeII, I don ’t mind dying but
I hate to Ieave my chiIdren crying
There ’s a bIack smoke rising, Lord
It ’s rising up above my head, up above my head
It ’s rising up above my head, up above my head
And teII Jesus make up my dying bed.
I ’m waIking kind of funny, Lord
I beIieve I ’m fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I ’m waIking kind of funny, Lord
I beIieve I ’m fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
WeII, I don ’t mind dying
But I hate to Ieave my chiIdren crying.