Son of a preacher man

There's a high flying blue bird in the sky now
You know I wonder if she looks down on knees as she flies on by
She's driving on the east so easy in the sky, yeah
And Lord look at me
I'm rooted like a tree
I've got those sit down, can't cry,
oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues
And now the sun, it comes up and it lights up the day and night


and when he gets tired, he got all over on down his way
East to west, he meets God in the sky everyday
Lord look at me
I'm rooted like a tree
I've got those sit down, can't cry,
oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues

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