Il testo della Fixin' to die blues

Bukka White

Data di rilascio : 01/07/2008

Durata : 0:02:45

Stile : Blues

Feeling funny in my mind, lord
I believe i'm 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

Well there's a black smoke rising, lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
Well 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 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