Letra de Ginseng Sullivan

About three miles from the Battele yard
From the reverse curve on down
Not far south of the town depot
Sullivan's shack was found
Back on the higher ground

You could see him every day
walking down the line
With an old brown sack across his back
And his lon hair down behind
Speaking his worried minf

It's long way to delta
From the North Guorgia hills
A tote sack full of ginseng
Won't pay no travelling bills
Now, I'm too old to ride the rails
Or thum 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 too cold
The damo it makes me ill
Can't dig no roots in the moontain side
With the ground froze hard and still
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill

But next summer, when things turn right
The companies will pay high
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
Then he said with a sigh