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 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, 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.
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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.
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High Flyin' Bird
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| Jefferson Airplane |
