High Flyin Bird

high flyin’ bird – neil young – americana

intro

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there’s a high flyin’ bird , way up in the sky
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and i wonder does she look down , as she flies on by?
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just floating so free and easy , in the sky

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oh , look at me here
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i’m just rooted like a tree here
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i got them sit – down can’t cry
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oh lord , i’m gonna die blues , gonna die blues

well the sun comes along and she lights up the day
and then when she gets tired , she just flies along on her way
from the east to the west , she goes down every day

lord , look at me here
i’m just rooted like a tree here
i got them sit – down can’t cry
oh lord , i’m gonna die blues , lord i’m gonna die blues

solo

well i once knew a man
he worked in a mine
well he never saw the sun
but then he never stopped trying

and then one day , that old man , he up and he died
yeah , he up and he died
he up and he died
well he wanted to fly , and the only way to fly was to die

lord , i’m gonna die blues
lord , i’m gonna die
lord , i’m gonna die

short solo

there’s a high flyin’ bird , way up in the sky
i wonder if she looked down as she flies on by?
just gliding , so free and easy , in the sky

look at me here
i’m just rooted like a tree here
i got that sit – down , can’t cry
oh , lord , i’m gonna die blues

lord , i’m gonna die blues
i know i’m gonna die
i’m gonna die blues . . . . . . . .

corrections to gonzsilva@bigpond . com