Fixin' to Die Blues
 

I'm looking funny in my eyes : and I believe 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 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 : like I was her baby child
That's why's I tried so hard : to come home to die

So many nights at the fireside : how my children's mother would cry
Because I told their mother : I had to say goodbye

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

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