Intro
Gm
Em
[Verse 1]
Em
Fog dangling thick
Em
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Em
The eight day mill it might grind slow
C B7 B N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.E. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Em
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Em
Retired layman looks on in scorn
C
With a transplanted heart
B Bsus4 B7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
B Em
Indian road man he sees the times
Em
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Em C B
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Em
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
Em F#m7 G F#m Em7 F#m7 G
F#m Em7 F#m7 G F#m Em7
F#m7 G F#m7 A Bsus4 B7
[Verse 3]
B Em B
As the fog dangling thick
Em Em7 Em
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
C
The eight day mill it might grind slow
B N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.E. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Em
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Em
Retired layman looks on in scorn
C
With a transplanted heart
B Em
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Em
Oh, yeah