Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' 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 when the sun goes down.

Felling 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 crying.
There's a black smoke rising, Lord,
It's rising up above head, up above my head
There's a black smoke 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
Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to see my children crying.