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