Fixin' to die

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 sure hate to leave my children cryin'

I'm walking counting the final
I believe I'm fixin' to die.
Well I'm walking down the final long
I believe I'm fixin' to die.
well I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children cryin'

Well now look over yonder to that buryin' ground
look over yonder to that buried ground
It sure seems lonesome, lord
When the sun goes down

where is black smoke is risin', lord,
it's risin' up above my head up above my head.
where is black smoke is risin', lord,
it's risin' up above my head up above my head

can't tell Jesus to make up my dyin' bed