Ginseng Sullivan

About three miles from the bateau yard
 At the rivers curve on down
 Not far south from the town depot
 Sullivan's shack was found
 Back on the higher ground
 You could see him everyday
 Walking down the line
 With old brown sack acrossed his back
 And his long hair down behind
 Speaking his worried mind
 Its a long way from the delta
 To the north georgia hills
 And a tote sack full of ginseng
 Won't pay no travellin' bills
 But im to old to ride the rail
 Or thumb the road alone
 So i guess i'll never make it back to home
 My muddy water mississippi delta home
 The winters here they get to cold
 The damp it makes me ill
 Can't dig no roots in the mountain side
 When the grounds froze hard as steel
 You gotta stay at the foot of the hill
 But next summer things'll turn bright
 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
 Its a long way from the delta
 To the north georgia hills
 And a tote sack full of ginseng
 Won't pay no travellin' bills
 But im to old to ride the rail
 Or thumb the road alone
 So i guess i'll never make it back to home
 My muddy water mississippi delta home