Fixin' To Die Lyrics
| Song | Fixin' To Die |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Music Menu |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Bukka White | |
| zuo qu : 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 |
| zuò cí : Bukka White | |
| zuò qǔ : 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 |
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