¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Ginseng Sullivan
(Norman Blake)
D
About three miles from the Batelle yard
G
From the reverse curve on down
D
Not far south of the town depot
G Bm
Sullivan's shack was found
A D
Back on the higher ground.
D
You could see him every day
G
Just walking down the line
D
With his old brown sack across his back
G Bm
And his long hair down behind
A D
Speaking his worried mind.
D
cho: It's a long way to the delta
G
From the North Georgia hills
D
A tote sack full of ginseng
G G7
Won't pay no travelling bills
C D
Now, I'm too old to ride the rails
Em A
Or thumb the road alone
D G D
So I guess I'll never make it back to home
D G A D
My muddy water Mississippi delta home.
D
The winters here, they get too cold
G
The damp it makes me ill
D
Can't dig no roots in the mountain side
G Bm
With the ground froze hard and still
A D
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill.
D
But next summer, things turn right
G
The companies will pay high
D
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
G Bm
Bid these mountains goodbye
A D
Then he said with a sigh:
[chorus]
See ya
-Bo Parker
[email protected] (
(Norman Blake)
D
About three miles from the Batelle yard
G
From the reverse curve on down
D
Not far south of the town depot
G Bm
Sullivan's shack was found
A D
Back on the higher ground.
D
You could see him every day
G
Just walking down the line
D
With his old brown sack across his back
G Bm
And his long hair down behind
A D
Speaking his worried mind.
D
cho: It's a long way to the delta
G
From the North Georgia hills
D
A tote sack full of ginseng
G G7
Won't pay no travelling bills
C D
Now, I'm too old to ride the rails
Em A
Or thumb the road alone
D G D
So I guess I'll never make it back to home
D G A D
My muddy water Mississippi delta home.
D
The winters here, they get too cold
G
The damp it makes me ill
D
Can't dig no roots in the mountain side
G Bm
With the ground froze hard and still
A D
Gotta stay at the foot of the hill.
D
But next summer, things turn right
G
The companies will pay high
D
I'll make enough money to pay my bills
G Bm
Bid these mountains goodbye
A D
Then he said with a sigh:
[chorus]
See ya
-Bo Parker
[email protected] (
Norman Stark
Normandie
Normie Rowe
North
North Alone
Northern Faces
Northern Light
Northern Nationa (...)
Northern Uproar
Northlane