Intro
Cm
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[Verse 1]
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Fog dangling thick
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Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Am
The eight day mill it might grind slow
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But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.A. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Am
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Am
Retired layman looks on in scorn
F
With a transplanted heart
E Esus4 E7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
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Indian road man he sees the times
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Splitting loose the edge of minds
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He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Am
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
Am Bm7 C Bm Am7 Bm7 C
Bm Am7 Bm7 C Bm Am7
Bm7 C Bm7 D Esus4 E7
[Verse 3]
E Am E
As the fog dangling thick
Am Am7 Am
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
F
The eight day mill it might grind slow
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But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.A. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Am
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Am
Retired layman looks on in scorn
F
With a transplanted heart
E Am
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Am
Oh, yeah