Fixin' To Die (Life from Atlanta, 1/27/2012) Songtext
von Widespread Panic

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I′m fixing to die, 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.