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Fixin' To Die - Bob Dylan.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Bukka White
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bukka White
[00:05.55]Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
[00:07.98]I believe I'm fixing to die
[00:13.20]Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
[00:15.60]I believe I'm fixing to die
[00:17.91]Well, I don't mind dying
[00:22.41]But I hate to leave my children crying
[00:30.57]Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
[00:45.84]Look over yonder to that burying ground
[00:46.83]Sure seems lonesome, Lord
[00:48.09]When the sun goes down
[00:53.91]Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
[00:56.34]I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
[01:02.37]Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
[01:04.71]I believe I'm fixing to die
[01:06.57]Well, I don't mind dying but
[01:11.82]I hate to leave my children crying
[01:14.64]Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord
[01:20.52]It's rising up above my head, up above my head
[01:23.22]Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord
[01:29.82]It's rising up above my head
[01:37.08]And tell Jesus make up my dying bed
[01:47.04]I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
[01:49.23]I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
[01:56.82]Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
[01:59.22]I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die, fixing to die
[02:03.15]Well, I don't mind dying
[02:07.98]But I hate to leave my children crying
text lyrics
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