Fixin’ To Die Blues

Bukka White (Booker T Washington)

Open G

I’m lookin’ funny in my eyes and I,  belive 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 cryin’

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Just as sure we’s livin’, I say, 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 cryin’

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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 back home to die

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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 told their mother I had to say good-bye

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Look over yonder, on the buryin’ ground, on the buryin’ ground

Look over yonder, on the buryin ground

Yonder stand ten thousand, standin’ see ’em let me down

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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

Ain’t no need of them screamin’ and cryin’ and on the graveyard ground