Lyrics Fixin' to Die - Bob Dylan
Feeling
funny
in
my
mind,
Lord
I
believe
I'm
fixin'
to
die
Feeling
funny
in
my
mind,
Lord
I
believe
I'm
fixin'
to
die
Well,
I
don't
mind
dyin'
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
fixin'
to
die,
fixin'
to
die
Feeling
funny
in
my
eyes,
Lord
I
believe
I'm
fixin'
to
die
Well,
I
don't
mind
dyin'
But
I
hate
to
leave
my
children
crying
Well,
there's
black
smoke
rising,
Lord
It's
rising
up
above
my
head,
up
above
my
head
Well,
there's
black
smoke
rising,
Lord
It's
rising
up
above
my
head
And
tell
Jesus
make
up
my
dying
bed
Well,
I'm
walking
kind
of
funny,
Lord
I
believe
I'm
fixin'
to
die,
fixin'
to
die
Yes,
I'm
walking
kind
of
funny,
Lord
I
believe
I'm
fixin'
to
die
Fixin'
to
die,
fixin'
to
die
Well,
I
don't
mind
dyin'
But
I
hate
to
leave
my
children
crying
1 You're No Good
2 Talkin' New York
3 In My Time of Dyin'
4 Man of Constant Sorrow
5 Fixin' to Die
6 Pretty Peggy-O
7 Highway 51 Blues
8 Gospel Plow
9 Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
10 House of the Risin' Sun
11 Freight Train Blues
12 Song to Woody
13 See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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