Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fixin’ To Die Blues, artist - Bukka White. Date of issue: 15.10.2007
Song language: English
Fixin’ To Die Blues |
| 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 |
| 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 |