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Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, 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.
- Album:
- The Flame In The FLood
- Covering Ground
- Gold Country
- Feast or Famine
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Live at Cafe Du Nord
- Los Feliz
- Revival Road 2008
- All Aboard: A Tribute to Johnny Cash
- The Revival Tour - 2011 Collections
- Live at Skaters Palace
- Till Midnight
- Till Midnight (Deluxe Version)
- Till Midnight (+Audio Commentary)
- Chuck Ragan - Anderson Family Bluegrass
- The Revival Tour
- Revival Road
- Revival Road - Single
- Vans Warped Tour: 2012 Tour Compilation