Schwa Lyrics

Fixing to Die

Lyricist: Bob Dylan
Vocalist: Vince Herman
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 
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.													

First Played: September 3, 2005 Frontier Ranch - Kirkersville, OH

Last Played: September 3, 2005 Frontier Ranch - Kirkersville, OH

# Times Played: 1

% Played: 0.11 %

Shows Since 1st Played: 907

Shows Since Last Played: 906

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2nd set: 1

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