文本歌词

Fixin' To Die (死期将至) (Live) - Bob Dylan (鲍勃·迪伦)
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
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
Well I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
You mama treat me like was her baby child
Like was her baby child baby child
You mama treat me like was her baby child
Like was her baby child like was her baby child
It was cane come home lord
Here we can home down
Here we can home down
That can home down
That can home down
Feeling funny in my mind Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
I believe I'm fixing to die
I'm looking for I believe I'm fixing to die