The Glove - Fixin' to Die lyrics

Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die Feelin' 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 cryin' I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die I'm walkin' kinda funny Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die I don't mind dyin' Well, I hate to leave my children cryin' Well, look over yonder boy, yeah to that burying ground Look over yonder's wall yeah to that burying ground So seems lonesome, Lord, yeah when that sun is sinking down Well there's black smoke is rising, Lord It's rising up above my, up above my head Well there's black smoke is rising, Lord It's rising up above my, up above my head Can't tell Jesus make up my dying bed Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord I believe I'm fixin' to die Feelin' 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 cryin'