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Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dyin'
But I hate to leave my children cryin'
I'm walkin' kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I'm walkin' kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
I don't mind dyin'
But I hate to leave my children cryin'
Well, look over yonder wall
Yeah, to that buryin' ground
Look over yonder wall
Yeah, to that buryin' ground
Sure seems lonesome, lonely
Yeah, when that sun is sinkin' down
Well, there's a black smoke risin' on us
Rising up above my, up above my head
Well, there's a black smoke risin' on us
It's rising up above my, up above my head
Can't tell Jesus, make my dyin' bed
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feelin' funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Well, I don't mind dyin'
But I hate to leave my children cryin'
- Album:
- Bloodshot and Blue
- Non-Album Releases
- Fixin To Die
- Songs for Summer
- The Hustle
- T763
- Booty Call
- Edge 103.9 FM Acoustic
- Has Gone Country
- Lemonade
- The Hustle EP
- Waiting for the Weekend
- KBCO New Music Sampler 2007
- KFOG: Live From The Archives 15
- 97X Green Room, Volume 5
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, February 2005
- Cities 97 Sampler, Volume 19
- Pure Acoustic
- Hoot
- Sitting, Waiting, Wishing