From the recording Love, And Other Misadventures
Thanks to Bukka White and Bobby Dylan.
Lyrics
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
Believe I'm fixing to die
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord
Believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dyin' but I hate to leave my children cryin'
Look over yonder to that buryin' ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord,
When the sun goes down
Well, there's black smoke risin',
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And there's black smoke rising, Lord,
It's rising up above my head
You can tell Jesus, "make up my dyin' bed"
Well, I'm walkin' 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 fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dying but I hate to leave my children crying