Fixin' to Die (Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2021)

Текст песни Bob Dylan - Fixin' to Die (Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2021)

Fixin’ to Die Lyrics[Verse 1]
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't 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
[Verse 2]
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying but
I hate to leave my children crying
There's a black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
There's a black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed

[Verse 3]
I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying2