| There’s a high flying bird
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| Way up in the sky
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| And I wonder does he look down
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| As he flies on by
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| Riding on the air so easy
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| In the sky
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| But, Lord, look at me here
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| But, Lord, look at me here
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| I’m rooted like a tree here
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| I got the sit down, can’t try
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| Oh, Lord, I’m going die blues
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| Well, the sun comes along
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| It lights up the day
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| And when he gets tired
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| He slides down all of the way
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| Well, it’s east to the west
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| He gets gone everyday
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| But, Lord, look at me here
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| I’m rooted like a tree here
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| I got the sit down, can’t try
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| Oh, Lord, I’m going die blues
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| Well, I had a man
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| And he lived in a mar
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| Well, he never saw the sun
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| But, Lord, he never stopped trying
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| Then one day
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| My man up and died
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| I said, my man up and died
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| Oh, my man up and died
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| Well, he wanted to fly
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| And the only way to fly was to die
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| There’s a high flying bird
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| Way up in the sky
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| And I wonder does he look down
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| As he flies
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| On by
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| Riding on the air so easy
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| In the sky
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| But, Lord, look at me here
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| I’m rooted like a tree here
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| I got the sit down, can’t try
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| Oh, Lord, I’m going die blues
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| But, Lord, look at me here
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| I’m rooted like a tree here
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| I got the sit down, can’t try
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| Oh, Lord, I’m going die blues |