[00:00.00] 作词 : Bukka White
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bukka White
[00:10.17]Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
[00:14.37]I believe I'm fixing to die
[00:17.25]Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
[00:20.13]I believe I'm fixing to die
[00:27.75]Well, I don't mind dying
[00:28.86]But I hate to leave my children crying
[00:48.12]Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
[00:54.63]Look over yonder to that burying ground
[00:55.59]Sure seems lonesome, Lord
[01:02.34]When the sun goes down
[01:02.88]Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
[01:04.08]I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
[01:09.78]Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
[01:14.04]I believe I'm fixing to die
[01:26.46]Well, I don't mind dying but
[01:28.47]I hate to leave my children crying
[01:31.08]Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord
[01:32.58]It's rising up above my head, up above my head
[01:34.23]Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord
[01:37.14]It's rising up above my head
[01:41.10]And tell Jesus make up my dying bed
[01:49.14]I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
[01:52.77]I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
[02:03.45]Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
[02:21.93]I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die, fixing to die
[02:29.43]Well, I don't mind dying
[02:32.58]But I hate to leave my children crying

作词 : Bukka White
作曲 : Bukka White
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
Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
Well 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