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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