High Flying Bird, written by Billy Edd Wheeler
as sung by Graham Dodsworth, 2014-0510

There's a high flying bird, way up in the sky
and I wonder if she looks down, as she flies.
Flying so easy in the sky.

But look at me here, I'm rooted like a tree here.
I've got them, sit down can't fly, oh Lord I want to die, blues.

Well the sun, comes along, and lights up the day
And when he gets tired, he moves on his way.
East to West he's gone every day.

But look at me here, I'm rooted like a tree here.
I've got them, sit down can't fly, oh Lord I want to die, blues.

Well I once, knew a man, and he worked in the mine.
He never saw the sun, but Lord he never stopped trying.
Then one day my man up and died.
My man up and died.
He wanted to fly but the only way to fly was to die.

There's a high flying bird, way up in the sky
and I wonder if she looks down, as she flies.
Flying so easy in the sky.

But look at me here, I'm rooted like a tree here.
I've got them, sit down can't fly, oh Lord I want to die, blues.
Oh Lord I want to die blues.