Nazareth Silver Dollar Forger
LYRICS for 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
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