D
About three miles from the Batelle yard
G
From the reverse curve on down
D
Not far south of the town depot
GBm
Sullivan's shack was found
AD
Back on the higher ground.
D
You could see him every day
G
Just walking down the line
D
With his old brown sack across his back
GBm
And his long hair down behind
AD
Speaking his worried mind.
D
cho: It's a long way to the delta
G
From the North Georgia hills
DA tote sack full of ginseng
GG7
Won't pay no travelling bills
CD
Now, I'm too old to ride the rails
EmA
Or thumb the road alone
DGD
So I guess I'll never make it back to home
DGAD
My muddy water Mississippi delta home.
D
The winters here, they get too cold
G
The damp it makes me ill
D
Can't dig no roots in the mountain side
GBm
With the ground froze hard and still
AD
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill.
D
But next summer, things turn right
G
The companies will pay high
D
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
GBm
Bid these mountains goodbye
AD
Then he said with a sigh:
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.