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Fixin' to Die Blues
Bukka White Lyrics


I'm lookin' funny in my eyes and I believe 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'

Just as sho' as we livin', just as sho' we born to die, sho' we born to die
Just as sho' as we livin', sho' we 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's I find it 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 the mother I had to say goodbye

Look over yonder, on the burying ground, on the burying ground
Look over yonder, on the burying ground
Yon' stand ten thousand, standin' still to let me down

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
I don't need for them to screamin' and cryin' on the graveyard ground

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Booker T. Washington

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Fülöp István

Correct lyrics for this version:

I'm lookin' funny in my eyes
And I believe I'm fixin' to die
Believe I'm fixin' to die
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes
Now, I believe I'm fixin' to die, yeah
I know I was born to die
But I hate to leave my children around cryin'

Just as sho' we live
It's a, sho' we's born to die
Sho' we's born to die
Just as sho's we live
Sho' we's born to die

I know I was born to die
But I hate to leave my children around cryin'

Yo mother treated me, children
Like I was her baby child
Was her baby child
Yo mother treated me
Like I was her baby child
That's why's I sighed
Sighed so hard
And come back home to die

So many nights at the fireside
How my chillen's mother would cry
How my chillen's mother would cry
So many nights at the fireside
How my chillen's mother would cry
'Cause I told the mother I had to say, goodbye

Look over yon-der
On the buryin' ground
On the buryin' ground
Look over yonder, on the burying ground
Yon' stand ten thousand
Standin' still to let me down

Mother, take my chillen back
Before they let me down
Before they let me down
Mother, take my chillen back
'Fore they let me down
Ain't no need a-them screamin' an cryin'
On the graveyard ground.



michel guerinel

I'm lookin' funny in my eyes and I believe 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'

Just as sho' as we livin', just as sho' we born to die, sho' we born to die
Just as sho' as we livin', sho' we 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's I find it 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 the mother I had to say goodbye

Look over yonder, on the burying ground, on the burying ground
Look over yonder, on the burying ground
Yon' stand ten thousand, standin' still to let me down

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
I don't need for them to screamin' and cryin' on the graveyard ground



colinsbane

As previously pointed out by Keith Peterson, the lyrics supplied by Hypno Toad are by Bob Dylan. Here are Bukka's lyrics (taken from the Bob Dylan's Commentaries website) :

I’m lookin’ funny in my eyes
And I believe I’m fixin’ to die
Believe I’m fixin’ to die
I’m lookin’ funny in my eyes
Now, I believe I’m fixin’ to die, yeah
I know I was born to die
But I hate to leave my children around cryin’
YeahJust as sho’ we live
It’s a, sho’ we’s born to die
Sho’ we’s born to die
Just as sho’s we live
Sho’ we’s born to die
Yeah
I know I was born to die
But I hate to leave my children around cryin’
YeahYo mother treated me, children
Like I was her baby child
Was her baby child
Yo mother treated me
Like I was her baby child
That’s why’s I sighed
Sighed so hard
And come back home to die
Yeah
So many nights at the fireside
How my chillen’s mother would cry
How my chillen’s mother would cry
So many nights at the fireside
How my chillen’s mother would cry
‘Cause I told the mother I had to say, goodbye

Look over yon-der
On the buryin’ ground
On the buryin’ ground
Look over yonder, on the burying ground
Yon’ stand ten thousand
Standin’ still to let me down
Yeah

Mother, take my chillen back
Before they let me down
Before they let me down
Mother, take my chillen back
‘Fore they let me down
Ain’t no need a-them screamin’ an cryin’
On the graveyard ground.



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JMcH

One of the greatest blues performances ever. In my top five, along with Smokestack Lightnin' by Howlin Wolf.

John Strawb

@JMcH I'd put Lightnin Hopkins "Bring Me My Shotgun" on that list as well.

soulbass81

America has produced such amazing performers and music.
In a real short time America shaped the music of the 60's and 70's. The Blues began from such humble beginnings and yet it shaped the music of the next few decades and still we hear it's sounds in all the Rock n Roll songs we hear every day. God Bless America and God bless Bukka White!!! Many thanks from England !!

Bradford Eaton

The first time I heard this song I played it over and over again.

Charles Hall

One of Blues Greatest Performers!

matthew coombs

There is it folks....the roots of rock and roll. The Rossetta Stone of rock, I can hear the Stones, Zeppelin and even the Stooges in that blues song.

ruf1980

Well I discovered bukka white because of iggy pop so I guess you're right.

PSA

Yeap. Memphis boys. Look up Orange Mound. We weren't free until we was able to buy a house. It started then. A lil after 1890. Bukka Whites mother is BB Kings grandmother. In a black Memphis neighborhood is were it was turned into something great. Beale st is the first place fans could hear it. Then it went to different cities. Then some European boys came to Chicago and got schooled. And they took it around the world. Rollin Stones

James Webb

A cover/reworking of this was the first song to be played at Woodstock!!

Craig McCauley

Love the blues!

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