"FIxin' To Die" as written by and Booker T. Washington....
Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feelin' 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 cryin'

I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
I don't mind dyin'
Well, I hate to leave my children cryin'

Well, look over yonder boy, yeah to that burying ground
Look over yonder's wall yeah to that burying ground
So seems lonesome, Lord, yeah when that sun is sinking down

Well there's black smoke is rising, Lord
It's rising up above my, up above my head
Well there's black smoke is rising, Lord
It's rising up above my, up above my head
Can't tell Jesus make up my dying bed

Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dyin'
But I hate to leave my children cryin'


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"Fixin' to Die" as written by Booker T. Washington

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