There's 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 But, Lord, look at me here I'm rooted like a tree here I got the sit down, can't try Oh, Lord, I'm going die blues Well, the sun comes along 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 gets gone everyday But, Lord, look at me here I'm rooted like a tree here I got the sit down, can't try Oh, Lord, I'm going die blues Well, I had a man And he lived in a mar 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 Well, he wanted to fly And the only way to fly was to die There's 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 the sit down, can't try Oh, Lord, I'm going die blues But, Lord, look at me here I'm rooted like a tree here I got the sit down, can't try Oh, Lord, I'm going die blues