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Fixin' To Die 1 Bukka White (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

20 Nov 1961 BOB DYLAN FOLK SINGER-HUMDINGER     Just About As Good As It Gets! [Smith & Co] THE BOOTLEG (T-286)

Bob Dylan recording session 1, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 20.nov.1961 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 die Well i don't mind dyin' But i hate to leave my children cryin'. Well look over yonder to the buryin' ground Look over yonder to the buryin' ground Sure seems lonesome, lord When the sun goes down. Fellin' funny in my eyes, lord, i believe i'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die Fellin' funny in my eyes, lord, i believe i'm fixin' to die Well i don't mind dyin' But i hate to leave my children cryin'. There's black smoke risin', lord, it's risin' up above my head up above my head There's black smoke risin', lord it's risin' up above my head And tell jesus t' Make up my dyin' bed. I'm walkin' kinda funny, lord, i believe i'm fixin' to die I'm walkin' kinda funny, lord, i believe i'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die, fixin' to die I don't mind dyin' But i hate to leave my children cryin'.

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Fixin' To Die 2

4 Nov 1961 CARNEGIE CHAPTER HALL 1961 (BD Archive) HARD TIMES IN NEW YORK CITY (T-518) THE DYLAN'S ROOT (T-101)

Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC - 4.nov.1961 Well I'm feelin' funny in my eyes, lord, i believe I'm fixin' to die Feelin' funny in my eyes, lord, i believe I'm fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin'. Well look over yonder to that buryin' ground Look over yonder to that buryin' ground Well yonder stands The grave of King Salomon. Well I had aches in my back, lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die Well I had aches in my back, lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin'. It's a funny old road, lord, I just can't see no end It's a funny old road, lord, I just can't see no end Well I just can't help believe I'm fixin' to die. Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die, fixin' to die Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord, i believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my friends behind.

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Fixin' To Die 3

13 Jan 1962 THE ROAR OF A WAVE (T-966) FOLKSINGER'S CHOICE 1962 [Leftfield Media] FOLKSINGERS CHOICE (T-200) YOU DON'T KNOW ME (T-309)

Cynthia Gooding's radio show - 13.jan.1962 Well I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die Well I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin'. Well look over yonder to that buryin' ground, to that buryin' ground Well look over yonder to that buryin' ground Yonder stands the grave of king Solomon I'm sure he won't let me down. Well I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die Well I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die, believe I'm fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin'. There's black smoke risin', lord, it's risin' up above my head, up above my head Well there's black smoke risin', lord, risin' up above my head, up above my head I'm running to Jesus Make up my dyin' bed. Well I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die Well I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die, believe I'm fixin' to die Well I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin'. Your mama treated me like I was a baby child, like I was a baby child, baby child Well your mama treated me like I was a baby child, like I was a baby child, like I was a baby child But I can't wait to come home to die Can't wait to come home to die Can't wait to come home to die Let me come home to die Let me come home to die. Yes I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die, fixin' to die. Yes I'm looking for a mama, i believe I'm fixin' to die. Well I don't mind dyin' But I hate to leave my children cryin'.