Intro
A#m
Gm
[Verse 1]
Gm
Fog dangling thick
Gm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Gm
The eight day mill it might grind slow
Eb D7 D N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.G. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Gm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Gm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Eb
With a transplanted heart
D Dsus4 D7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
D Gm
Indian road man he sees the times
Gm
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Gm Eb D
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Gm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
Gm Am7 A# Am Gm7 Am7 A#
Am Gm7 Am7 A# Am Gm7
Am7 A# Am7 C Dsus4 D7
[Verse 3]
D Gm D
As the fog dangling thick
Gm Gm7 Gm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Eb
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
Gm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Gm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Eb
With a transplanted heart
D Gm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Gm
Oh, yeah