Ginseng Sullivan
About three miles from the Bateau of York From the river's curve or down Not far south of the town des pauls Sullivan's shack was found Back on the higher ground You could see him everyday Walking down the line With an old bound shack across his back And his long hair down behind Speaking his worried mind It's a long way to the delta From the Nnorth Georgia hills And a tug shack full of ginseng Won't pay no travelling bills And I'm too old to ride the rail Or thumb the road alone Well I guess I'll never make it back to home My muddy water Mississippi delta home Now the winter's here and it gets so cold Damping make me ill That you can't dig no roots by the mountain side Cause the ground froze hard and still You gatta wait at the foot of the hill But next summer things will pay high I'll make enough money to pay my bills And dig there mountain, good-bye Then he said with a sigh * Refrain