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There's a high flyin' bird way up in the sky |
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And I wonder if she look down as she goes on by |
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Just floatin' so free and easy in the sky. |
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Oh, look at me here |
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I'm just rooted like a tree here |
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I got them sit down, can't fly |
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Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues, gonna die blues. |
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Well, the sun comes along and she lights up the day |
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And then when she gets tired, she just flies along on her way |
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From the East to the |
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West she goes down every day. |
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But look at me here |
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I'm just rooted like a tree here |
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I got those sit-down, can't cry |
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Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues,oh |
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I'm gonna die blues. |
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Well, I once knew a man, he worked in a mine |
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Well, he never saw the sun but then he never stopped tryin' |
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And then one day that old man he up and he died,yeah he up and he died,he up and he died. |
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Well, he wanted to fly and the only way to fly was to die, |
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Lord I'm gonna die |
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Lord I'm gonna die |
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Lord I'm gonna die |
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There's a high flyin' bird way up in the sky |
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I wonder if she look down as she flies on by |
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Just floatin' so free and easy in the sky. |
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Look at me here |
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I'm just rooted like a tree here |
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I got them sit down, can't fly |
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Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues, |
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Lord, I'm gonna die blues |
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I know I'm gonna die, |
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I'm gonna die. |
