High Flying Bird We Five

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