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