Bob Dylan – Fixin' to Die

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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
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.

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.

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Lyrics submitted by hari66, edited by Mellow_Harsher

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    General Comment:His first album is so underrated, it's probably my next favourite after Bringing It All Back Home and in hot contest with the lauded Highway 61.

    Just listen to the raw power of his voice when he repeats "Fixin' to Die" over and over again. THAT'S music.
    Flag ThomYorkeGuyGarvey92on July 17, 2010   Link

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