Fixin’ to Die Dave Van Ronk

I'm lookin' funny in my eyes
Believe I'm fixin', believe I'm fixin, believe I'm fixin' to die
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes
Believe I'm fixin' to die
I don't mind dying but I hate to leave my children cryin'

Your mother treated me, children
Like I was her baby, was her baby, was her baby child
Your mother treated me, children
Like I was her baby child
That's why's I tried so hard to come back home to die

Children livin' today
Know we're born to, know we're born to, know we're born to die
Children livin' today
Know we're born to die
I hate to leave, but I'll have to say goodbye

So many nights by the fireside
How my children's mother would, how my children's mother would cry
So many nights by the fireside
How my children's mother would cry
Cause I hate to leave, but I'll have to say goodbye

Look over yonder
On the burying, on the burying, on the burying ground
Look over yonder
On the burying ground
Yon' stand ten thousand, waitin' to see them let me down