Fixin' To Die

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 --- Fixin' to Die - Dave Van Ronk