High Flying Bird

There's a high-flying bird, way up in the sky now

Yes, and I wonder if she looks down as she flies on by

Well, she's riding on the air so easy in the sky

Lord, look at me (yeah)

I'm rooted like a tree, hey, yes, I am now

I've got those sit down, can't cry, oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues

Well, I used to love a man, he worked in a mine, Lord

Well, he never saw the sun, but he never stopped tryin'

Well, then one day, my man, he up and died

My man up and died, Lord

My man up and died, oh yes, he did now

Well, he wanted to fly and the only way to fly was to die

There's a high-flying bird, way up in the sky now

Yes, and I wonder if she looks down as she flies on by

Well, she's riding on the air so easy in the sky

Lord, look at me, yeah, uh-huh-huh

I'm rooted like a tree, hey, yes I am now

I got those sit down, can't cry, oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues

Yeah, I'm gonna die now

I got those sit down, can't cry, oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues

Yes, I am, yes, I am