High Flyin' Bird

There's a high flyin' bird,
Way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down,
As she goes on by?
Well, she's floating so free and easy in the sky.

Oh, look at me here,
I'm just rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down,
Can't cry Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues
I'm gonna die blues

Well the sun it comes up and lights up the day,
And then when she gets tired, Lord, he goes on down his way,
From the east and to the west,
She meets God every day.

But, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
I Got those sit-down, can't cry
Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues
I'm gonna die blues

Well I once knew a man
He worked in the mine,
Well he never saw the sun
But then he never stopped trying

Then came one day that man he up and died,
Yeah, he up and he died now.
He up and he died
Well the only way to fly
And the only way to fly is dying

Lord I'm gonna die

There's a high flyin' bird,
Way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down as she flys on by?
She's flying so free and easy in the sky.

Look at me here,
I'm just rooted like a tree here,
I Got those sit-down, can't cry,
Oh, Lord, I'm gonna die blues.'
Lord I'm gonna die blues...