About three miles from the batelle yard, from the first 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 just a walking down the line
With his brown old 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
And I'm too old to ride the rails and I'll thumb the road alone
But I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
The winters here, they get so cold
The damp, it makes me ill
Can't dig no roots on the mountain side when the ground's froze hard and still
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill
Maybe next summer, things'll turn right
Companies will pay high
And 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 bill
I'm too old to ride the rail and I'll thumb the road alone
But 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 bill
I'm too old to ride the rail and I'll thumb the road alone
But I guess I'll never make it back to home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home
My muddy water Mississippi delta home