Fixin' to Die

Bob Dylan"Fixin' to Die Blues"歌词

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 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
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