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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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 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 and the only way to fly is die, die, die
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Well 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, hey
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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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Got those sit-down, can't cry
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Oh, Lord, gonna die blues, hey hey
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High Flyin' Bird
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| Neil Young |
