Ginseng Sullivan
Update 2002-07-20

'Bout three miles from the Battail yards
Where the reverse curves on down
Not far south from the town depot
The old Sullivan shack was found
Back on the higher ground

You could see him everyday
Walking down the line
With an old brown sack across his back
And his long hair down behind
Speaking his worried mind

    It's a long way to the delta to the Nnorth Georgia hills
    And a tow sack full of ginseng wont pay no travelling bills
    And I'm too old to ride the rails or thumb the road alone
    Guess I'll never make it back to home
    My muddy water Mississippi delta home

Now the winter's here they gets so cold
The damp it makes you ill
You can't dig no roots on the mountain side
When the ground's froze hard sa steel
You've gotta stay at the foot of the hill

But next summer things come right
The companies will pay high
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
Then I'll bid there mountain, good-bye
Then he said with a sigh

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