Silver Dollar Forger Lyrics - Nazareth

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.