D5
About three miles from the Batelle yard
                          G5
From the reverse curve on down
                     D5
Not far south of the town depot
G5                    B5
Sullivan's shack was found
A5                  D5
Back on the higher ground.

D5
You could see him every day
                      G5
Just walking down the line
                         D5
With his old brown sack across his back
        G5                B5
And his long hair down behind
A5                    D5
Speaking his worried mind.

            D5
cho: It's a long way to the delta
              G5
     From the North Georgia hills
                         D5
     A tote sack full of ginseng
                             G5  G5
     Won't pay no travelling bills
          C5              D5
     Now, I'm too old to ride the rails
        E5             A5
     Or thumb the road alone
          D5                G5               D5
     So I guess I'll never make it back to home
     D5              G5           A5     D5
     My muddy water Mississippi delta home.

D5
The winters here, they get too cold
                     G5
The damp it makes me ill
                          D5
Can't dig no roots in the mountain side
         G5                     B5
With the ground froze hard and still
      A5                       D5
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill.
D5
But next summer, things turn right
                       G5
The companies will pay high
                          D5
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
G5                       B5
Bid these mountains goodbye
A5                   D5
Then he said with a sigh:

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