Silver Dollar Forger

Текст песни NAZARETH - Silver Dollar Forger <br/> Swingin&#039; my sweet chariot lowGotta make it home to georgiaExcise lawman on my trailI&#039;m a silver dollar forgerI see a road block on my rightEngine take me through the nightGotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.( )<br />Twenty miles from that georgia stateI can hear the sirens wailingIf only I can cross that lineAnd leave the police trailingI see a red light at my rearNow I&#039;m sweatin&#039; cold steel fearGotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.I&#039;m tired of all this runningHiding from the lightI want to walk out in the sunI&#039;ll soon be home I can see the clayI&#039;ll soon be in Atlanta