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High-Flying Bird

Judy Henske
Language: English



There’s a high flyin’ bird up in the sky
And I wonder if that bird looks down as he flies by
Ridin’ on the air so easy in the sky

Sun comes along, lights up the day
When he gets tired, he slides on over the way
East to the west, he gets gone every day

But Lord look at me here, I’m rooted like a tree here
I got the sit down, can’t cry, O Lord I’m gonna die blues

I used to have an old man and he worked in the mine
He never saw the sunlight, but O Lord he kept on tryin’
Then one day my daddy, he up and died
My old man up and died, my daddy up and died
Oh, he had to fly away and the only way to fly was to die.

Well, there’s a high flyin’ bird up in the sky
And I wonder if that birdie looks down as he flies by
Oh, he's ridin’ on the air so easy in the sky

But Lord look at me here, I’m rooted like a tree here
I got the sit down, can’t cry, O Lord I’m gonna die blues
I got the sit down, can’t cry, O Lord I’m gonna die blues


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