Verse 1: 
D5 
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, 

I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die 
G5 
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord 

I believe I'm fixing to die 
        C5 
Well, I don't mind dying 
      G5                         D5 
But I hate to leave my children crying 
 

D5 
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground 
G5 
Look over yonder to that burying ground 
C5                    G5                       D5 
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down 
 
Verse 2: 
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 
It's rising up above my head, up above my head 
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed. 
 
Verse 3: 
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.