Tom: A
Introdução:
A F#m
There's fog up on the mountain
G D A
Frost is clingin' to the ground
A F#m
Days keep gettin' shorter
G D A
You know, the winter's comin' 'round
F#m E
This sure ain't the promised land
D E
And I ain't hangin' 'round
A F#m
I'm packin' up my traveling bag,
G D A
And checkin' out of town
Put me on that Delta Line,
A A#
B
Been gone too long my honey
E D F#m E D
Now I'm goin' home where I should be
F#m D E D A
C F# B4 E
Whistle blow for Vicksburg
Not too far to go
G D A
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Hey mama, dust my room now,
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Plump up the comforter on my bed