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Not too far from the battleyard On a reverse curve on down Not two miles of the town depot Sullivan's shack was found Back on the higher ground You could see him every day Walking on down the line Old brown sack across his back Long hair down behind Speaking his worried mind It’s long way from the Delta From the North Georgia Hills And a tote sack full of ginseng Don't pay no traveling bills I'm too old to ride the rails Or thumb the road alone So I guess I’ll never make it back to home My muddy water Mississippi Delta home Now the winters here, they get too cold The damp, it makes me ill Can't dig no roots on a mountainside With the ground froze hard and still Gotta stay at the foot of the hill Letras de cancionesBut next summer, when things turn right The companies will pay high I'll make enough money to pay my bills And bid this mountain goodbye Then he said with a smile It's long way from the Delta From the North Georgia Hills And a tote sack full of ginseng Don't pay no traveling bills I'm too old to ride the rails Or thumb the road alone So I guess I'll never make it back to home My muddy water Mississippi Delta home From Letras Mania