Tom: G
Introdução:
D
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
G
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
C
Well, I don't mind dying
G D
But I hate to leave my children crying
D
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
G
Look over yonder to that burying ground
C G D
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord,