| 'There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
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| And I wonder if she looks down, as she goes on by?
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| Well, she’s flying so freely in the sky.
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| Lord, look at me here,
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| I’m rooted like a tree here,
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| Got those sit-down,
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| can’t cry Oh Lord, gonna die blues.
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| Now the sun it comes up and lights up the day,
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| And when he gets tired, Lord, he goes on down his way,
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| To the east and to the west,
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| He meets God every day.
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| Lord, look at me here,
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| I’m rooted like a tree here,
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| Got those sit-down, can’t cry
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| Oh Lord, gonna die blues.
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| Now I had a woman
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| Lord, she lived down by the mine,
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| She ain’t never seen the sun,
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| Oh Lord, never stopped crying.
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| Then one day my woman up and died,
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| Lord, she up and died now.
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| Oh Lord, she up and died now.
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| She wanted to die,
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| And the only way to fly is die, die, die.
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| There’s a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
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| And I wonder if she looks down as she goes on by?
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| Well, she’s flying so freely in the sky.
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| Lord, look at me here,
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| I’m rooted like a tree here,
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| Got those sit-down, can’t cry,
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| Oh, Lord, gonna die blues.' |