Fixin’ to Die Songtext
von 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
There′s a black smoke rising, Lord
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