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 an old brown sack across his back

And his lon hair down behind

Speaking his worried minf

It's long way to delta

From the North Guorgia hills

A tote sack full of ginseng

Won't pay no travelling bills

Now I'm too old to ride the rails

Or thum the road alone

So I guess I'll never make it back to home

My muddy water Mississippi delta home

The winters here they get too cold

The damo it makes me ill

Can't dig no roots in the moontain side

With the ground froze hard and still

Gotta stay at the foot of the hill

But next Summer when things turn right

The companies will pay high

I'll make enough money to pay my bills

Then he said with a sigh

Then he said with a sigh

It's long way to delta

From the North Guorgia hills

A tote sack full of ginseng

Won't pay no travelling bills

Now I'm too old to ride the rails

Or thum the road alone

So I guess I'll never make it back to home

My muddy water Mississippi delta home

It's long way to delta

From the North Guorgia hills

A tote sack full of ginseng

Won't pay no travelling bills

Now I'm too old to ride the rails

Or thum the road alone

So I guess I'll never make it back to home

My muddy water Mississippi delta home