Tom: Cm
Ebm
Cm
[Verse 1]
Cm
Fog dangling thick
Cm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Cm
The eight day mill it might grind slow
Ab G7 G N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.C. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Cm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Cm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Ab
With a transplanted heart
G Gsus4 G7
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 2]
G Cm
Indian road man he sees the times
Cm
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Cm Ab G
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Cm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Organ Solo]
Cm Dm7 Eb Dm Cm7 Dm7 Eb
Dm Cm7 Dm7 Eb Dm Cm7
Dm7 Eb Dm7 F Gsus4 G7
[Verse 3]
G Cm G
As the fog dangling thick
Cm Cm7 Cm
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
Ab
The eight day mill it might grind slow
G N.C.
But it grinds fine, yeah
[Chorus]
N.C. Cm
Indian rope man, while looking on
Cm
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Cm
Retired layman looks on in scorn
Ab
With a transplanted heart
G Cm
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Cm
Oh, yeah
