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
* Refrain