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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Auger
Brian Auger
Performer
Julie Driscoll
Julie Driscoll
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richie Havens
Richie Havens
Composer
Mark Roth
Mark Roth
Composer
Joe Price
Joe Price
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Auger
Brian Auger
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fog, dangling thick, can't see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill, it might grind slow, but it grinds fine
[Verse 2]
Indian rope man, while looking on
He tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn with a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
[Verse 3]
Indian rope man sees the times
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Catching losers in his line, in his line
Yeah, whoa, mmm, hmm, hmm, mmm
[Verse 4]
Indian rope man flexes his eye
Dissolving the fog, revealing the lie
Indian rope man holds my trick in his heart
Kiss him quick
[Verse 5]
Indian rope man sees all strife, cuttin' down eternal life
When his soul transcends his heart, oh
Kiss him, oh, he has to part, he has to part
Kiss him quick
Gonna kiss him
Written by: Joe Price, Mark Roth, Richie Havens
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