Ginseng Sullivan

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About three miles from the Batelle yard  
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From the reverse curve on down  
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Not far south of the town depot  
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Sullivan's shack was found  
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Back on the higher ground.  
  
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You could see him every day  
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Just walking down the line  
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With his old brown sack across his back  
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And his long hair down behind  
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Speaking his worried mind.  
  
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cho: It's a long way to the delta  
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     From the North Georgia hills  
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     A tote sack full of ginseng  
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     Won't pay no travelling bills  
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     Now, I'm too old to ride the rails  
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     Or thumb the road alone  
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     So I guess I'll never make it back to home  
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     My muddy water Mississippi delta home.  
  
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The winters here, they get too cold  
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The damp it makes me ill  
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Can't dig no roots in the mountain side  
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With the ground froze hard and still  
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Gotta stay at the foot of the hill.  
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But next summer, things turn right  
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The companies will pay high  
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I'll make enough money to pay my bills  
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Bid these mountains goodbye  
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Then he said with a sigh:  
  
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