Thanks for the comments - I've listened again and I reckon this is the definitive version - the first line of the second verse is very hard to be sure about, though.


Fixing To Die                   Booker TW White

I'm looking funny in my eyes and I believe I'm fixing to die
I know I was born to die but I hate to leave my children crying

Just as sure as we live, let's be sure we's born to die
I know I was born to die but I hate to leave my children crying

Your mother treated me, children, like I was her baby child
That's why I tried so hard to come back home to die

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
Yonder stands ten thousand and it's there I'm letting me down

Mother take my children back before they let me down
I ain't no need of them screaming and crying on the graveyard ground