Indian Rope Man

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[Verse 1]
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Fog dangling thick
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Can't see the right road, streets are sick
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The eight day mill it might grind slow
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But it grinds fine, yeah

[Chorus]
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Indian rope man, while looking on
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Tells common clay he's heavenly born
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Retired layman looks on in scorn
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With a transplanted heart
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Kiss him quick, he has to part

[Verse 2]
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Indian road man he sees the times
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Splitting loose the edge of minds
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He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
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Kiss him quick, he has to part

[Organ Solo]
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Dm  Cm7  Dm7  Eb  Dm  Cm7
Dm7  Eb  Dm7  F  Gsus4  G7

[Verse 3]
G      Cm                G
As the fog dangling thick
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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
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Oh, yeah