Intro
Fbm
C#m
[Verse 1]
C#m
Fog dangling thick
C#m
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
C#m
The eight day mill it might grind slow
A G#7 G# N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.C#. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
C#m
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
C#m
Retired layman looks on in scorn
A
With a transplanted heart
G# G#sus4 G#7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
G# C#m
Indian road man he sees the times
C#m
Splitting loose the edge of minds
C#m A G#
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
C#m
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
C#m D#m7 Fb D#m C#m7 D#m7 Fb
D#m C#m7 D#m7 Fb D#m C#m7
D#m7 Fb D#m7 F# G#sus4 G#7
[Verse 3]
G# C#m G#
As the fog dangling thick
C#m C#m7 C#m
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
A
The eight day mill it might grind slow
G# N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.C#. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
C#m
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
C#m
Retired layman looks on in scorn
A
With a transplanted heart
G# C#m
Kiss him quick, he has to part
C#m
Oh, yeah