Ginseng Sullivan
About three miles from the battle yard
From the reverse curve on down
Not too far from the town depot
Sullivan shack was found
Back on the higher ground
You could see him most everyday
Walking on down the line
An old brown sack across his back
His long hair down behind
Speaking his worried mind
It's a long way to the delta
From the north Georgia hill
A tote sack full of ginseng
Won't pay no traveling bills
But I'm to old to ride the rails
Or thumb the road alone
I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
Well the winters here they get too cold
The damp it makes me ill
Can't dig no roots in the mountain side
The ground froze hard and still
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill
About next summer things'll turn out right
And the companies will pay high
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
I'll bid these mountains goodbye
Then he said with a sigh
It's a long way to the delta
From the north Georgia hill
A tote sack full of ginseng
Won't pay no traveling bills
But I'm to old to ride the rails
Or thumb the road alone
I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
It's a long way to the delta
From the north Georgia hill
A tote sack full of ginseng
Won't pay no traveling bills
But I'm to old to ride the rails
Or thumb the road alone
I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
From the reverse curve on down
Not too far from the town depot
Sullivan shack was found
Back on the higher ground
You could see him most everyday
Walking on down the line
An old brown sack across his back
His long hair down behind
Speaking his worried mind
It's a long way to the delta
From the north Georgia hill
A tote sack full of ginseng
Won't pay no traveling bills
But I'm to old to ride the rails
Or thumb the road alone
I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
Well the winters here they get too cold
The damp it makes me ill
Can't dig no roots in the mountain side
The ground froze hard and still
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill
About next summer things'll turn out right
And the companies will pay high
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
I'll bid these mountains goodbye
Then he said with a sigh
It's a long way to the delta
From the north Georgia hill
A tote sack full of ginseng
Won't pay no traveling bills
But I'm to old to ride the rails
Or thumb the road alone
I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
It's a long way to the delta
From the north Georgia hill
A tote sack full of ginseng
Won't pay no traveling bills
But I'm to old to ride the rails
Or thumb the road alone
I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
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Writer(s): Norman Blake
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