NAZARETH “ Silver Dollar Forger “ 1974

“ Silver Dollar Forger “ 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