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Fixin' To Die Blues by Bukka White

Booker White - Fixin' To Die Blues; Spanish tuning, with a slide and Washboard Sam, washboard.

I'm lookin' funny in my eyes and I, b'lieve I'm fixin' to die, b'lieve I'm fixin' to die
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes and I, b'lieve I'm fixin' to die
I know I was born to die but I hate to leave my children cryin'

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'

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

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 thei' mother I had to say good-bye

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

SOLO

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

OUTRO