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Feelin funny in my mind, Lord I believe Im fixin to die Oh, funny in my mind, Lord I believe Im fixin to I dont mind dyin But I sure hate to leave my children cryin
Well now look over yonder to that buryin ground Heh, look over yonder to that buried It sure seems lonesome, Lord When the sun goes down
Oh, why Oh, why Oh, why
Black smoke risin Its risin up above my head up above my head Black smoke risin, up above my And tell Jesus to make up my dyin bed
Left my home just to be with you Well now, left my home just to be with You got me here now thats the way you do Oh, come on, come on, come on, yeah My, my, my, my, yeah
Oh, why Oh, why Oh, why
Take me back, drive me one more time Take me back, drive me one more I do...? its all down the line
Im Feelin funny in my mind, Lord I believe Im fixin to die Feelin funny in my mind, Lord I believe Im fixin to I dont mind dyin But I sure hate to leave my children I dont mind dyin But I sure hate to leave my children I dont mind dyin But I sure hate to leave my children cryin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Oh, come on, come on, come on, yeah Yeah, oh, yeah, ow Ooh, come on, come on, come on, yeah
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