There is a high-flying bird, way up in the sky, And I wonder does he look down, as he flies on by? Riding on the air so easy... in the sky....
But, Lord, 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.
When the sun comes around it lights up the day, And when he gets tired, he slides down all of the way Well it's east to the west, He meets God every day.
Lord, 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.
Girl, I had a man, He lived in a mud, Well, he never saw the sun, But, Lord, he never stopped trying.
Then one day my man up and died, I said, my man up and died. Oh my man up and died. When he wanted to fly, The only way to fly was to die...
There is a high-flying bird, way up in the sky, And I wonder does he look down, as he flies on by? Riding on the air so easy... in the sky....
But, Lord, 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.
But, Lord, 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.