- I'm lookin' funny in my eyes
I b'lieve I'm fixin' to die
B'lieve I'm fixin' to die
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes.
B'lieve I'm fixin' to die.
I know I was born to die,
But I hate to leave my children around cryin'.
Just as sho' we live
It's a sho' we's born to die
Sho' we's born to die
Just as sho's we live
Sho' we's born to die.
I know I was born to die
But I hate to leave my children around cryin'.
Yo mother treated me, children
Like I was her baby child
Was her baby child
Yo mother treated me
Like I was her baby child
That's why's I sighed
Sighed so hard and come back home to die.
So many nights at the fireside
How my children's mother would cry
How my children's mother would cry
So many nights at the fireside
How my children's mother would cry
'Cause I told the mother I had to say goodbye.
Look over yonder
On the buryin' ground
On the buryin' ground.
Look over yonder,
on the burying ground.
Yon' stand ten thousand
Standin' still to let me down.
Mother, take my children back
Before they let me down
Before they let me down.
Mother, take my children back
'Fore they let me down
Ain't no need a-them screamin' an cryin'
On the graveyard ground.
Version Bob Dylan:
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 die.
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children cryin'.
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 b'lieve I'm fixing to die, fixing to die.
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord,
I b'lieve I'm fixing to die.
Well, I don't mind dying but
I hate to leave my children cryin'.
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.
And tell Jesus
Make up my dying bed.
I'm walking kind of funny, Lord,
I b'lieve 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.