Widespread Panic - Fixin' to die (life from atlanta, 1/27/2012) lyrics

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 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 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 crying