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

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

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´

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

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´