Indian Rope Man

Ebm Cm 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 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 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 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 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