Chords for Ginseng Sullivan

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About three miles from the Battell Yard, on a reverse curve [Ab] on down,
Not far south [Eb] of the town depot, [Ab] Sullivan Shack [Cm] was found,
[Bb] Back on the [Eb] high ground. _
_ _ You could see him every day, walking down [Ab] the line,
With his old brown sack [Eb] across his back, [Ab] and his long hair [Cm] down behind,
_ [Bb] Speaking his [Eb] word to me. _ _ _ _
It's a long way to the Delta, [Ab] from the north Georgia hills,
And a tow sack full [Eb] of ginseng, won't pay no traveling [Ab] bill, _
_ _ [Db] And I'm too [Ebm] old to ride the rails [Fm] or thumb the road [Bb] along,
[Eb] Well I guess I'll [Ab] never make it back [Eb] to home,
_ My muddy water Mississippi Delta home.
Take one, Tad. _ _ _ _
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Well the winters here they get too cold, the damp it makes [Ab] me ill,
You can't dig no [Eb] roots in the mountainside, [Ab] the ground froze [Cm] hard and still,
[Bb] You gotta stay at the foot [Eb] of the hill,
_ _ _ But next summer things turn right, the companies will [Ab] pay high,
I'll make enough [Eb] money to pay my [Ab] bills and bid these mountains [Cm] goodbye,
_ [Bb] Then he said with a [Eb] sigh, _ _
It's a long way to the Delta, [Ab] from the north Georgia hills,
And a tow sack [Eb] full of ginseng, won't pay no traveling [Ab] bill, _
_ _ [Db] And I'm too [Eb] old to ride the rails [F] or thumb the road [Bb] along,
[Eb] Well I guess I'll never make it back to home, _
_ My muddy water [Eb]
Mississippi Delta home. _ _
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_ _ It's a long way to the Delta, from the [Ab] north Georgia hills,
And a tow sack full [Eb] of ginseng, won't pay no traveling [Ab] bill, _ _ _
[Db] And I'm too [Eb] old to ride the rails [Fm] or thumb the road [Bb] along,
[Eb] Well I guess I'll never [Ab] make it back to home,
_ _ My muddy water Mississippi Delta home.
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