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