Capo 1

Ginseng Sullivan
(Norman Blake)


About three mi

les from the B

atelle yard
              
From the rever

            
se curve on do

wn
              
Not far south 

       
of the town de

pot
             
Sullivan's sha

       
ck was found
             
Back on the hi

     
gher ground.


You could see 

him every day
              
Just walking d

        
own the line
              
With his old b

           
rown sack acro

ss his back
             
And his long h

           
air down behin

d
             
Speaking his w

       
orried mind.

            
cho: It's a lo

ng way to the 

delta
              
     From the 


North Georgia 

hills
              
     A tote sa

           
ck full of gin

seng
              
     Won't pay

              
 no travelling

   
 bills
             
     Now, I'm 

           
too old to rid

e the rails
            
     Or thumb 

         
the road alone
             
     So I gues

             
s I'll never m

              
ake it back to

 
 home
             
     My muddy 

             
water Mississi

         
ppi delta home

.


The winters he

re, they get t

oo cold
              
The damp it ma

       
kes me ill
              
Can't dig no r

            
oots in the mo

untain side
             
With the groun

              
d froze hard a

   
nd still
             
Gotta stay at 

              
the foot of th

  
e hill.

But next summe

r, things turn

 right
              
The companies 

         
will pay high
              
I'll make enou

            
gh money to pa

y my bills
             
Bid these moun

          
tains goodbye
             
Then he said w

      
ith a sigh:

[chorus]


See ya

-Bo Parker
Bo.Parker@msfc.nasa.gov (