Silver Dollar Forger
Swingin' my sweet chariot lowGotta make it home to georgiaExcise lawman on my trailI'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.
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'm sweatin' cold steel fearGotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.
I'm tired of all this runningHiding from the lightI want to walk out in the sun
I'll soon be home I can see the clayI'll soon be in AtlantaIf only I can hold that lineI can live just how I want toI see the state line in my lightsEngine take me through the nightGotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.