Текст песни Fixin' to Die (Live) - 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
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.
1 Mean Old Southern Railroad
2 Fixin' to Die
3 You're No Good
4 Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
5 Talkin' New York
6 In My Time of Dyin'
7 Man of Constant Sorrow
8 Pretty Peggy-O
9 Highway 51 Blues
10 House of the Risin' Sun
11 Poor Lazarus
12 The Death of Emmett Till
13 Mixed-up Confusion
14 Fixin' to Die (Live)
15 Smokestack Lightnin'
16 Hard Travellin'
17 Standing on the Highway
18 Baby Please Don't Go
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