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Bob Dylan - Fixin' To Die Lyrics

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  • Feeling funny in my mind, lord,
  • I believe Im fixing to die
  • Feeling funny in my mind, lord
  • I believe Im fixing to die
  • Well, I dont 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 Im fixing to die, fixing to die
  • Feeling funny in my eyes, lord
  • I believe Im fixing to die
  • Well, I dont mind dying but
  • I hate to leave my children crying
  • Theres a black smoke rising, lord
  • Its rising up above my head, up above my head
  • Its rising up above my head, up above my head
  • And tell jesus make up my dying bed.
  • Im walking kind of funny, lord
  • I believe Im fixing to die, fixing to die
  • Yes Im walking kind of funny, lord
  • I believe Im fixing to die
  • Fixing to die, fixing to die
  • Well, I dont mind dying
  • But I hate to leave my children crying.

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