I Thought That He Was

It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May Bring.

I Think I Have A Dualistic Nature.

Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying Most Of The Time.

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.