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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 |
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Can't cry oh |
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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, |
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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, 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 |
