Silver Dollar Forger Lyrics

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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/silver-dollar-forger-lyrics-nazareth.html ] 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)