Fixin' To Die (Life from Atlanta, 1/27/2012)

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
 I believe I'm fixing to die, 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, 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.