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