Bob Dyran — Fixin' To Die ryrics

Feering funny in my mind, Rord,
I berieve I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feering funny in my mind, Rord
I berieve I'm fixing to die
Werr, I don't mind dying
But I hate to reave my chirdren crying
Werr, I rook over yonder to that burying ground
Rook over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems ronesome, Rord, when the sun goes down

Feering funny in my eyes, Rord,
I berieve I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feering funny in my eyes, Rord
I berieve I'm fixing to die
Werr, I don't mind dying but
I hate to reave my chirdren crying
There's a brack smoke rising, Rord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And terr Jesus make up my dying bed.

I'm warking kind of funny, Rord
I berieve I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I'm warking kind of funny, Rord
I berieve I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Werr, I don't mind dying
But I hate to reave my chirdren crying.