Текст (слова) песни: Nazareth - Silver Dollar Forger
Swingin` my sweet chariot low Gotta make it home to georgia Excise lawman on my trail I`m a silver dollar forger I see a road block on my right Engine take me through the night Gotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.
Twenty miles from that georgia state I can hear the sirens wailing If only I can cross that line And leave the police trailing I see a red light at my rear Now I`m sweatin` cold steel fear Gotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.
I`m tired of all this running Hiding from the light I want to walk out in the sun
I`ll soon be home I can see the clay I`ll soon be in Atlanta If only I can hold that line I can live just how I want to I see the state line in my lights Engine take me through the night Gotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.
(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)
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