Fixin' To Die

Lyrics: Bukka White
Music: Bukka White

Sung by Col Bruce Hampton with Voodoo Dead (including Bill Kreutzmann) in 2015.

I'm walkin' kind of funny, feel like I'm fixin' to die
I'm walkin' kind of funny, feel like I'm fixin' to die
I said I don't mind dying, hate to see them cry

There's a black smoke rising, it's rising above my head
There's a black smoke rising, it's rising above my head
I can't tell Him, make it on my dying bed

Look over yonder, I said look to the burying ground
Look over yonder, I said look to the burying ground
Well it sure seem funny, the sun go down

Put down that cane and move, you can get out your chair
Put on your shoes and walk, brother there's grey in your hair
Let it rise, let it roll, let it flow

No reason to be lonely, no reason to be blue
Don't you sit and worry, no one is worried about you
Let it rock, let it roll, let it flow

I'm walkin' funny, feel like I'm fixin' to die
I'm walkin' funny, feel like I'm fixin' to die
I said I don't mind dying, hate to see the children cry