| There’s a high flyin' bird way up in the sky
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| And I wonder if she looks down on me as she flies on by?
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| While she’s riding so free and easy in the sky
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| But look at me here
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| Lord, I’m just rooted like a tree here
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| And I got the sit-down-can't fly, Oh Lord I’m gonna die blues
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| Well the sun comes along and it lights up the day
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| Well it brings the daytime and it goes on it’s way
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| From the East to the West it travels every day
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| But look at me here
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| Lord, I’m just rooted like a tree here
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| And I got the sit-down-can't fly, Oh Lord I’m gonna die blues
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| Well I once knew a man
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| He worked down in the mine
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| Well he never saw the sun and he never stopped crying
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| Then one day his woman up and died
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| She just upped and died
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| You know she just upped and dies
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| Well, she wanted to fly
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| The only way to fly was to die
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| There’s a high flyin' bird way up in the sky
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| And I wonder if she looks down as she flies on by?
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| While she’s riding so easy in the sky
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| (X2) But look at me here
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| Lord, I’m just rooted like a tree here
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| And I got the sit-down-can't fly, Oh Lord I’m gonna die blues |