(First release???Booker T. Washington (Bukka) White)
Feeling funny in my mindLord
I believe I m fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mindLord
I believe I m fixing to die
WellI don t mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
WellI look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesomeLordwhen the sun goes down
Feeling funny in my eyesLord
I believe I m fixing to diefixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyesLord
I believe I m fixing to die
WellI don t mind dying but
I hate to leave my children crying
There s a black smoke risingLord
It s rising up above my headup above my head
It s rising up above my headup above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed.
I m walking kind of funnyLord
I believe I m fixing to diefixing to die
Yes I m walking kind of funnyLord
I believe I m fixing to die
Fixing to diefixing to die
WellI don t mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying.
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