Fixin' To Die Blues (Booker "Bukka" White)
by Bukka White
I'm lookin funny in my eyes and I believe I'm fixin to die,
Believe I'm fixin to die.
I'm lookin funny in my eyes and I believe I'm fixin to die,
I know I was born to die, but I hate to leave my children round cryin.
Just as sure as we live today, sure we's born to die.
Sure we's born to die.
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 round cryin.
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 whys I tried so hard and come back home to die.
So many nights at the fireside, how my children's mother would cry,
How my children's mother would cry.
So many nights at the fireside, how my children's mother would cry,
Cause I ain't told they mother I had to say goodbye.
Look over yonder on the buryin ground,
On the buryin ground,
Look over yonder on the buryin ground,
Yonder stands ten thousand standin still to let me down.
Mother, take my children back before they let me down,
Before they let me down,
Mama, take my children back fore they let me down,
Ain't no need of them screamin, cryin on the graveyard ground.