Feeling funny in my mind, Lord - I believe I'm fixing to die
Oh, funny in my mind, Lord - I believe I'm fixing to
I don't mind dying, but I sure hate to leave my children crying
Well now, look over yonder to that burying ground
Oh, look over yonder to that burying
It sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down
Oh why? - oh why? - oh why?
Black smoke rising up above my head
Black smoke rising up above my
Oh tell me, Jesus, to make up my dying bed
Left my home just to be with you
Well now, left my home just to be with
You got me here now - that's the way you do
Oh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah
Oh why? - oh why? - oh why?
Take me baby - try me one more time
Take me baby - try me one more
I do not suit you, well saw me down the line
I'm 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
I don't mind dying but I sure hate to leave my children
I don't mind dying but I sure hate to leave my children
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