Intro
Abm
Fm
[Verse 1]
Fm
Fog dangling thick
Fm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Fm
The eight day mill it might grind slow
Db C7 C N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.F. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Fm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Fm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Db
With a transplanted heart
C Csus4 C7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
C Fm
Indian road man he sees the times
Fm
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Fm Db C
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Fm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
Fm Gm7 Ab Gm Fm7 Gm7 Ab
Gm Fm7 Gm7 Ab Gm Fm7
Gm7 Ab Gm7 A# Csus4 C7
[Verse 3]
C Fm C
As the fog dangling thick
Fm Fm7 Fm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Db
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
Fm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Fm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Db
With a transplanted heart
C Fm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Fm
Oh, yeah