about three miles from the batelle yard from the first 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 just a walking down the line with his brown old sack across his back and his long hair down behind speaking his worried mind it s a long way to the delta from the north georgia hills and a tote sack full of ginseng won t pay no travelling bills and i m too old to ride the rails and i ll thumb the road alone but i guess i ll never make it back to home my muddy water mississippi delta home the winters here they get so cold the damp it makes me ill can t dig no roots on the mountain side when the ground s froze hard and still gotta stay at the foot of the hill maybe next summer things ll turn right companies will pay high and i ll make enough money to pay my bills and bid these mountains goodbye then he said with a sigh it s a long way to the delta from the north georgia hills and a tote sack full of ginseng won t pay no travelling bill i m too old to ride the rail and i ll thumb the road alone but i guess i ll never make it back to home my muddy water mississippi delta home it s a long way to the delta from the north georgia hills and a tote sack full of ginseng won t pay no travelling bill i m too old to ride the rail and i ll thumb the road alone but i guess i ll never make it back to home my muddy water mississippi delta home my muddy water mississippi delta home my muddy water mississippi delta home
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