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Feelin' funny in my mind Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to dieFeelin' funny in my mind Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to dieWell I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'Well look over yonder, to that buryin' groundLook over yonder, to that buryin' groundSure seems lonesome, Lord when the sun goes downFeelin' funny in my eyes Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to dieFeelin' funny in my eyes Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to dieWell I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'Well there's black smoke risin' Lord, it's risin' up above my head, up above my headWell there's black smoke risin' Lord, it's risin' up above my headCan tell Jesus, "Make up my dyin' bed"Well I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to dieYes I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die, fixin' to dieWell I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin' From Letras Mania