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