I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die
Believe I'm fixing to die
I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die

Now, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Leave my children crying

Your daddy treat me, children
Like I was his baby child
Roast his baby child
Your daddy treat me, children
Like I was his baby child

That's why I've tried so hard, children
For to come home to die
For to come home to die

And many nights by the fire
How my children's daddy would cry
Children's daddy would cry
And many nights by thе fire
How my children's daddy would cry
Cause I ain't tеll them children
That their mother was gone to die
Was gone to die

I look over yonder on that burying ground
On that burying ground
Look over yonder on that burying ground

You know they stand ten thousand
And they went to see me lower down
See me lower down

I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die
Believe I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die
I'm looking fooled in my mind
Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die

Now, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave the children crying