Intro
Dbm
A#m
[Verse 1]
A#m
Fog dangling thick
A#m
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
A#m
The eight day mill it might grind slow
Gb F7 F N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.A#. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
A#m
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
A#m
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Gb
With a transplanted heart
F Fsus4 F7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
F A#m
Indian road man he sees the times
A#m
Splitting loose the edge of minds
A#m Gb F
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
A#m
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
A#m Cm7 Db Cm A#m7 Cm7 Db
Cm A#m7 Cm7 Db Cm A#m7
Cm7 Db Cm7 D# Fsus4 F7
[Verse 3]
F A#m F
As the fog dangling thick
A#m A#m7 A#m
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Gb
The eight day mill it might grind slow
F N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.A#. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
A#m
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
A#m
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Gb
With a transplanted heart
F A#m
Kiss him quick, he has to part
A#m
Oh, yeah