[00:00.13]Bob Dylan"Fixin' to Die Blues"姝岃瘝
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[00:05.45]Feeling funny in my mind, lord,
[00:07.87]I believe i'm fixing to die
[00:12.74]Feeling funny in my mind, lord
[00:15.21]I believe i'm fixing to die
[00:20.77]Well, i don't mind dying
[00:21.93]But i hate to leave my children crying
[00:29.04]Well, i look over yonder to that burying ground
[00:37.17]Look over yonder to that burying ground
[00:45.24]Sure seems lonesome, lord, when the sun goes down
[00:54.00]Feeling funny in my eyes, lord,
[00:55.81]I believe i'm fixing to die, fixing to die
[01:02.15]Feeling funny in my eyes, lord
[01:04.32]I believe i'm fixing to die
[01:09.96]Well, i don't mind dying but
[01:11.69]I hate to leave my children crying
[01:17.95]There's a black smoke rising, lord
[01:19.95]It's rising up above my head, up above my head
[01:28.01]There's a black smoke rising, lord
[01:29.93]It's rising up above my head
[01:36.85]And tell jesus make up my dying bed
[01:47.00]I'm walking kind of funny, lord
[01:48.85]I believe i'm fixing to die, fixing to die
[01:57.11]Yes i'm walking kind of funny, lord
[01:58.84]I believe i'm fixing to die
[02:00.79]Fixing to die, fixing to die
[02:06.16]Well, i don't mind dying
[02:07.82]But i hate to leave my children crying
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Bob Dylan"Fixin' to Die Blues"姝岃瘝
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
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