Uh, that's fine but the lyrics aren't exactly right. I could be wrong though(see "copperhead road" post) I'm familiar with this song and i play it, a version of parchman farm, and jitterbug swing. I live right around where booker was originally from so it's my tribute to the old man, for folks who may have never heard of him. By the way, he was an expert bulls**ter, in my opinion. Doesn't detract from his music though. I've got an audio interview with him made locally in 1976, he is hard to understand if you're not used to hearing old country guys talk. I have always wondered if that was his last public performance? Not many people seem to know about it since he had a stroke shortly after in July of that year on his way to Massachusetts and flew home in a wheelchair. Died not too long after. Hope you don't get mad but i corrected them.

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, 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 they mother I had to say goodbye

Look over yonder on the burying ground
Yonder stands ten thousand waitin to let me down

Mother lead my children away fore they let me down
ain't no need of them screaming and crying on the graveyard ground