| Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
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| I believe I’m fixin' to die
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| Oh funny in my mind, lord,
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| I believe I’m fixin' to
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| I don’t mind dyin'
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| But I sure hate to leave my children cryin'.
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| Well now look over yonder to that buryin' ground
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| Look over yonder to that buried
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| It sure seems lonesome, lord
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| When the sun goes down
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| Oh, Why, Oh Why, Oh, Why
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| Black smoke risin', lord,
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| It’s risin' up above my head up above my head
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| Black smoke risin', up above my
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| And tell Jesus to Make up my dyin' bed
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| Left my home just to be with you
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| Well now, left my home just to be with
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| You got me here now that’s the way you do
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| Come on, Come on, Come On.
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| Take me back drive me one more time
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| Take me back drive me one more
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| I do??? |
| it’s all down the line
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| I’m Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
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| I believe I’m fixin' to die
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| Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
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| I believe I’m fixin' to
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| I don’t mind dyin'
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| But I sure hate to leave my children
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| I don’t mind dyin'
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| But I sure hate to leave my children
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| I don’t mind dyin'
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| But I sure hate to leave my children cryin' |