Fixin’ to Die Bob Dylan

[Verse 1]
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children crying

[Verse 2]
Well, I look over yonder to that buryin' ground
Look over yonder to that buryin' ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

[Verse 3]
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dying but I hate to leave my children cryin'

[Verse 4]
There's a black smoke rising, Lord, it's rising up above my head, up above my head
There's a black smoke rising, Lord, it's rising up above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed

[Verse 5]
I'm walking kind of funny, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' 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 dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'