Текст песни Bob Dylan - Fixin` to Die
Bob Dylan - Fixin` to Die слова песни
(First release—Booker T. Washington (Bukka) White)Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,I believe I`m fixing to dieFeeling funny in my mind, LordI believe I`m fixing to dieWell, I don`t mind dyingBut I hate to leave my children cryingWell, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying groundSure 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, LordI believe I`m fixing to dieWell, I don`t mind dying butI hate to leave my children cryingThere`s a black smoke rising, LordIt`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.I`m walking kind of funny, LordI believe I`m fixing to die, fixing to die Yes I`m walking kind of funny, LordI believe I`m fixing to dieFixing to die, fixing to dieWell, I don`t mind dyingBut I hate to leave my children crying.