Intro
Dm
Bm
[Verse 1]
Bm
Fog dangling thick
Bm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Bm
The eight day mill it might grind slow
G F#7 F# N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.B. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Bm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Bm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
G
With a transplanted heart
F# F#sus4 F#7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
F# Bm
Indian road man he sees the times
Bm
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Bm G F#
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Bm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
Bm C#m7 D C#m Bm7 C#m7 D
C#m Bm7 C#m7 D C#m Bm7
C#m7 D C#m7 E F#sus4 F#7
[Verse 3]
F# Bm F#
As the fog dangling thick
Bm Bm7 Bm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
G
The eight day mill it might grind slow
F# N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.B. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Bm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Bm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
G
With a transplanted heart
F# Bm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Bm
Oh, yeah