Ginseng Sullivan
Author: Norman Blake
D About three miles from the Batelle yard
From the reverse curve on G down
D Not far south of the town depot
G Sullivan's shack was Bm found
A Back on the higher D ground.
D You could see him every day
walking down the G line
With an Dold brown sack across his back
And his G long hair down Bm behind
A Speaking his worried D mind.
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D It's a long way to the delta
From the G North Georgia hills
A tote sack full of D ginseng
Won't pay no traveling G7 bills
Now, C I'm too old to D ride the rails
Or Em thumb the road A alone
So I D guess I'll never G make it back to D home
My D muddy water G Mississippi A delta D home.
D The winters here, they get too cold
The damp it makes me G ill
Can't D dig no roots in the mountain side
With the G ground froze hard and Bm still
Gotta A stay at the foot of the D hill.
D But next summer, when things turn right
The companies will pay G high
I'll D make enough money to pay my bills
and G bid these mountains goodBmbye
A Then he said with a D sigh:
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