Ginseng Sullivan Lyrics

About three miles from the battle yard

From the reverse curve on down

Not too far from the town depot

Sullivan shack was found

Back on the higher ground

You could see him most everyday

Walking on down the line

An old brown sack across his back

His long hair down behind

Speaking his worried mind

It's a long way to the delta

From the north Georgia hill

A tote sack full of ginseng

Won't pay no traveling bills

But I'm to old to ride the rails

Or thumb the road alone

I guess I'll never make it back to home

My muddy water Mississippi delta home

Well the winters here they get too cold

The damp it makes me ill

Can't dig no roots in the mountain side

The ground froze hard and still

Gotta stay at the foot of the hill

About next summer things'll turn out right

And the companies will pay high

I'll make enough money to pay my bills

I'll bid these mountains goodbye

Then he said with a sigh

It's a long way to the delta

From the north Georgia hill

A tote sack full of ginseng

Won't pay no traveling bills

But I'm to old to ride the rails

Or thumb the road alone

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 hill

A tote sack full of ginseng

Won't pay no traveling bills

But I'm to old to ride the rails

Or thumb the road alone

I guess I'll never make it back to home

My muddy water Mississippi delta home

My muddy water Mississippi delta home