There's a high flyin' bird, way up in the sky
And I wonder if he looks down, as he goes on by?
Just riding so free and easy in the sky

But look at me, here (but look at me)
I'm just rooted like a tree, here (just rooted like a tree)
I got those sit-down, can't fly
Whoa Lord, I'm gonna die blues

Now, I once knew a man he lived in a mine (high flyin' bird)
You know he never saw the sun
But then he never stopped trying (high flyin' bird)
Then one day that poor man he up and died
You know he up and died, Lord (he up and died)
Now he up and died (he up and died)
He wanted to fly and the only way to fly was to die

Now, there's a high flyin' bird, way up in the sky
And I wonder does he look down as he flies on by?
Just riding so free and easy in the sky

But look at me, here (but look at me)
I'm just rooted like a tree, here (just rooted like a tree)
I got those sit-down, can't fly
Whoa Lord, I'm gonna die blues (gonna die, gonna die)

But look at me, here (but look at me)
I'm just rooted like a tree, here (just rooted like a tree)
I got those sit-down, can't fly
Whoa Lord, I'm gonna die blues
Gonna die blues
Lord, I'm gonna die blues (high flyin' bird, high flyin' bird)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler