RC Gold
street (mtl) - 761
.
Canon F1 / 135mm
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I'm lookin' funny in my eyes,
believe I'm fixin' to die,
believe I'm fixin' to die
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes
believe I'm fixin' to die
I know I was born to die
but I hate to leave my children cryin'
Just as sho' as we livin',
just as sho' we born to die,
sho' we born to die
Just as sho' as we livin',
sho' we born to die
I know I was born to die
but I hate leavin' my children cryin'
Your mother treated me children like I
was her baby child,
was her baby child
your mother treated me like I
was her baby child
That's why I find it so hard
to come back home to die
So many nights at the fireside,
how my children's mother would cry,
how my children's mother would cry
So many nights at the fireside,
how my children's mother would cry
cause I ain't told their mother
I had to say good-bye
Look over yonder,
on the burying ground,
on the burying ground
Look over yonder,
on the burying ground
Yon' stand ten thousand,
standin' still to let me down
Mother take my children back,
before they let me down,
before they let me down
Moma take my children back,
'fore they let me down
I don't need for them screamin' & cryin'
on the graveyard ground
street (mtl) - 761
.
Canon F1 / 135mm
© All rights reserved.
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes,
believe I'm fixin' to die,
believe I'm fixin' to die
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes
believe I'm fixin' to die
I know I was born to die
but I hate to leave my children cryin'
Just as sho' as we livin',
just as sho' we born to die,
sho' we born to die
Just as sho' as we livin',
sho' we born to die
I know I was born to die
but I hate leavin' my children cryin'
Your mother treated me children like I
was her baby child,
was her baby child
your mother treated me like I
was her baby child
That's why I find it so hard
to come back home to die
So many nights at the fireside,
how my children's mother would cry,
how my children's mother would cry
So many nights at the fireside,
how my children's mother would cry
cause I ain't told their mother
I had to say good-bye
Look over yonder,
on the burying ground,
on the burying ground
Look over yonder,
on the burying ground
Yon' stand ten thousand,
standin' still to let me down
Mother take my children back,
before they let me down,
before they let me down
Moma take my children back,
'fore they let me down
I don't need for them screamin' & cryin'
on the graveyard ground