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