fix into die

Feeling funny in my mind Lord
I believe Im fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind Lord
I believe Im fixing to die
Well I dont mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well 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 Im fixing to die fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes Lord
I believe Im fixing to die
Well I dont mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Theres a black smoke rising Lord
Its rising up above my head up above my head
Theres a black smoke rising Lord
Its rising up above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed
Im walking kind of funny Lord
I believe Im fixing to die fixing to die
Yes Im walking kind of funny Lord
I believe Im fixing to die
Fixing to die fixing to die
Well I dont mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying