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Feelin' funny in my mind, |
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LordI believe |
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I'm fixin' to die |
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Feelin' funny in my mind, |
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LordI believe |
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I'm fixin' to die |
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Well, I don't mind dyin' |
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But I hate to leave my children cryin' |
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I'm walkin' kind of funny, |
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LordI believe |
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I'm fixin' to die |
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Well, I'm walkin' kind of funny, |
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LordI believe |
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I'm fixin' to die |
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I don't mind dyin' |
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But I hate to leave my children cryin' |
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Well, look over yonder wall |
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Yeah, to that buryin' ground |
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Look over yonder wall |
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Yeah, to that buryin' ground |
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Sure seems lonesome, lonely |
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Yeah, when that sun is sinkin' down |
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Well, there's a black smoke risin' on us |
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Rising up above my, up above my head |
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Well, there's a black smoke risin' on us |
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It's rising up above my, up above my head |
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Can't tell |
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Jesus, make my dyin' bed |
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Feelin' funny in my eyes, |
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LordI believe |
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I'm fixin' to die |
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Feelin' funny in my eyes, |
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LordI believe |
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I'm fixin' to die |
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Well, I don't mind dyin' |
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But I hate to leave my children cryin' |
