Bob Dylan Lyrics

Album: BOB DYLAN

Fixin' To Die Blues Lyrics

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.