Ginseng Sullivan Chords by Reina Del Cid
Tempo:
117.1 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E] One, two, three, one.
[A] [Em]
[C#m] [F#m] [G#m] [E]
About three miles from the Battelle Yard on the reverse [A] curve on down, not far [E] south of
the town [C#m] depot, Sullivan [G#m] Shack was found, [B] back on [E] the high ground.
You could see him every day, just walking [A] down the line, with an old brand [E] sack upon
his [C#m] back and his long hair [B] down behind, speaking his [E] worried mind.
It's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills, and a tote [E] sack full of ginseng
won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
[D] I'm too [Em] old to ride the [F#m] rails and thumb the [B] road alone, I guess [A] I'll never make [E] it back to home.
My muddy [A] water makes [B] it a sippy [E] delta home.
[D] [A] [E]
[C#m] [G#m] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [E]
[B] [E]
The winters here, they get real cold and the damp, it [A] makes me ill.
Can't take no [E] roots in the [C#] mountainside with the ground froze [G#m] hard as steel, [Bm] I had to stay
at the [E] foot of the hill.
But next summer things turn bad and the [A] companies will pay high, I'll make enough money [E] to pay
my bills [C#m] and bid these [G#m] mountains fly.
[B] But then he said [E] with a sigh, it's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills,
and a tote sack [E] full of ginseng won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
[D] I'm too [E] old to ride the rails [F#m] and thumb the road [B] alone, I guess [A] I'll never make it [E] back to home.
My [A] muddy water [B] makes it a [E] sippy delta home.
My [A] muddy water makes [B] it a sippy delta [E] home.
[F#m] [E]
[A] [Em]
[C#m] [F#m] [G#m] [E]
About three miles from the Battelle Yard on the reverse [A] curve on down, not far [E] south of
the town [C#m] depot, Sullivan [G#m] Shack was found, [B] back on [E] the high ground.
You could see him every day, just walking [A] down the line, with an old brand [E] sack upon
his [C#m] back and his long hair [B] down behind, speaking his [E] worried mind.
It's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills, and a tote [E] sack full of ginseng
won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
[D] I'm too [Em] old to ride the [F#m] rails and thumb the [B] road alone, I guess [A] I'll never make [E] it back to home.
My muddy [A] water makes [B] it a sippy [E] delta home.
[D] [A] [E]
[C#m] [G#m] [B] [E]
[A] [E] [E]
[B] [E]
The winters here, they get real cold and the damp, it [A] makes me ill.
Can't take no [E] roots in the [C#] mountainside with the ground froze [G#m] hard as steel, [Bm] I had to stay
at the [E] foot of the hill.
But next summer things turn bad and the [A] companies will pay high, I'll make enough money [E] to pay
my bills [C#m] and bid these [G#m] mountains fly.
[B] But then he said [E] with a sigh, it's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills,
and a tote sack [E] full of ginseng won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
[D] I'm too [E] old to ride the rails [F#m] and thumb the road [B] alone, I guess [A] I'll never make it [E] back to home.
My [A] muddy water [B] makes it a [E] sippy delta home.
My [A] muddy water makes [B] it a sippy delta [E] home.
[F#m] [E]
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
G#m
E
A
B
[A] [E] One, two, three, one. _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
About _ _ _ three miles from the Battelle Yard on the reverse [A] curve on down, not far [E] south of
the town [C#m] depot, Sullivan [G#m] Shack was found, [B] back on [E] the high ground.
_ _ You could see him every day, just walking [A] down the line, with an old brand [E] sack upon
his [C#m] back and his long hair [B] down behind, speaking his [E] worried mind.
_ It's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills, and a tote [E] sack full of ginseng
won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
_ _ [D] I'm too [Em] old to ride the [F#m] rails and thumb the [B] road alone, I guess [A] I'll never make [E] it back to home.
My muddy [A] water makes [B] it a sippy [E] delta home. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The winters here, they get real cold and the damp, it [A] makes me ill.
Can't take no [E] roots in the [C#] mountainside with the ground froze [G#m] hard as steel, [Bm] I had to stay
at the [E] foot of the hill.
_ _ But next summer things turn bad and the [A] companies will pay high, I'll make enough money [E] to pay
my bills [C#m] and bid these [G#m] mountains fly.
[B] But then he said [E] with a sigh, _ it's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills,
and a tote sack [E] full of ginseng won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
_ [D] I'm too [E] old to ride the rails [F#m] and thumb the road [B] alone, I guess [A] I'll never make it [E] back to home.
_ My [A] muddy water [B] makes it a [E] sippy delta home.
_ My [A] muddy water makes [B] it a sippy delta [E] home.
_ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
About _ _ _ three miles from the Battelle Yard on the reverse [A] curve on down, not far [E] south of
the town [C#m] depot, Sullivan [G#m] Shack was found, [B] back on [E] the high ground.
_ _ You could see him every day, just walking [A] down the line, with an old brand [E] sack upon
his [C#m] back and his long hair [B] down behind, speaking his [E] worried mind.
_ It's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills, and a tote [E] sack full of ginseng
won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
_ _ [D] I'm too [Em] old to ride the [F#m] rails and thumb the [B] road alone, I guess [A] I'll never make [E] it back to home.
My muddy [A] water makes [B] it a sippy [E] delta home. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The winters here, they get real cold and the damp, it [A] makes me ill.
Can't take no [E] roots in the [C#] mountainside with the ground froze [G#m] hard as steel, [Bm] I had to stay
at the [E] foot of the hill.
_ _ But next summer things turn bad and the [A] companies will pay high, I'll make enough money [E] to pay
my bills [C#m] and bid these [G#m] mountains fly.
[B] But then he said [E] with a sigh, _ it's a long way to the Delta [A] from the north Georgia hills,
and a tote sack [E] full of ginseng won't pay no [A] traveling bills.
_ [D] I'm too [E] old to ride the rails [F#m] and thumb the road [B] alone, I guess [A] I'll never make it [E] back to home.
_ My [A] muddy water [B] makes it a [E] sippy delta home.
_ My [A] muddy water makes [B] it a sippy delta [E] home.
_ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _