Fixin to Die

Текст песни The Denver Gentlemen - Fixin to Die

Fixin to Die LyricsAin't it funny in my mind, Lord, believe I'm fixin' to die
Ain't it funny in my mind, Lord, believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying

Well, look over yonder, to the burying ground
Well, look over yonder, to the burying ground
It sure looks lonesome
When the sun goes down

Ain't it funny in my eyes, Lord, believe I'm fixin' to die
Ain't it funny in my eyes, Lord, believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
There's black smoke rising, rising round my head
There's a black smoke rising, Lord, it's rising around my head
Well, go tell Jesus
Make up my dying bed

Well, I'm walking kind of funny, Lord, believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I'm walking kind of funny, Lord, believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying