Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Oh funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children cryin'. 

Well now look over yonder to that buryin' ground
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', lord,
it's 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 that's the way you [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] On. 

Take me back drive me one more time
Take me back drive me one more
I do...? it's all down the line

I'm Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children 
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children cryin'