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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
#
Date: Mon, 08 May 1995 13:17:56 -0700
From: Bo Parker 
Subject: Re: Legal stuff...
To: G.Vaughn@ttacs.ttu.edu


Ginseng Sullivan
(Norman Blake)

D
About three miles from the Batelle yard
                          G
From the reverse curve on down
                     D
Not far south of the town depot
G                    Bm
Sullivan's shack was found
A                  D
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
        G                Bm
And his long hair down behind
A                    D
Speaking his worried mind.

            D
cho: It's a long way to the delta
              G
     From the North Georgia hills
                         D
     A tote sack full of ginseng
                             G  G7
     Won't pay no travelling bills
          C              D
     Now, I'm too old to ride the rails
        Em             A
     Or thumb the road alone
          D                G               D
     So I guess I'll never make it back to home
     D              G           A     D
     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
         G                     Bm
With the ground froze hard and still
      A                       D
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
G                       Bm
Bid these mountains goodbye
A                   D
Then he said with a sigh:

[chorus]


See ya

-Bo Parker
Bo.Parker@msfc.nasa.gov (<- MAIL to this address. 
                            REPLIES to this address will probably bounce.)

"And if one more person says to me, they can't stand the "twang," I think
 I just might gingerly poke 'em in the eye. This is not like eating okra."

                                                       --Linda Ellis

            
            
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