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Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to dieFeeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to dieWell, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children cryingWell, I look over yonder to that burying groundLook over yonder to that burying groundSure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes downFeeling funny in my eyes, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to dieFeeling funny in my eyes, Lord I believe I'm fixing to dieWell, I don't mind dying but I hate to leave my children cryingThere's a black smoke rising, Lord It's rising up above my head, up above my headIt's rising up above my head, up above my headAnd tell Jesus make up my dying bed.I'm walking kind of funny, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to dieYes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord I believe I'm fixing to dieFixing to die, fixing to dieWell, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying. From Letras Mania