Ginseng Sullivan

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