Fixing to Die

I'm looking funny in my eye, and I
b'lieve I'm fixing to die
b'lieve I'm fixing to die
I'm looking funny in my eyes, I
b'lieve I'm fixing to die
I know I was born to die
but I hate to leave my children crying

Just as sure as we living today
sure we's born to die
sure we's born to die
Just as sure we live
sure we's born to die
I know I was born to die
but I hate to leave my children crying

Your mother treated me, children, like I
was her baby child
was her baby child
Your mother treated me like I
was her baby child
That's why it's I tried so hard
to come home to die

So many nights at the fireside
how, my children, mother would cry
how, my children, mother would cry
So many nights at the fireside
how, my children, mother would cry
Because I told the mother, I
had to say good-bye

Look over yonder
on the burying ground
on the burying ground
Look over yonder
on the burying ground
Yonder stand ten thousand
standing to see them let me down

Mother, take my children back
before they let me down
before they let me down
Mother, take my children back
'fore they let me down
And don't leave them screaming and crying
on the graveyard ground
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