Oh when it’s all over but the shoutin’ When God the Father’s done his final accounting And I find out that I’ve made the cut Boys I’m gonna get me a chariot Yeah a big gold eagle on the hood Trans Am chariot
Gonna find my great, great, great, grand daddy That peace pipe are smokin’ cherokee Gonna get him all schooled in them mags and struts Then we gonna drag us a chariot Yeah a big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot
Good Lord wichita Sure hope Samson ain’t no low dog Redneck you better out run him Damn sure don’t wanna get caught
Crime what crime it was all hopped up on new wine And mama’s gonna kill me If I get kicked out of the choir But you just gotta run them chariots Chariots, chariots
Now here’s a little story happened long ago One day Ezekiel went out for a stroll Walkin’ by the river low and behold Down came 4 Angels in a cadillac gold
He said, “Swing down sweet chariot Come on and give me a ride” So they scopped ‘em up, they rig was souped up Man it had TVs inside
Ol’ Zeke was suprised ‘cause his eyes had seen Beyond his wildest dreams He’d go on to see a thousand things
We’ll paint that number eight on the driver’s side That’s how old I was when I gave Jesus my life I stepped right up and got washed in the blood Just a little kid singin’ ‘bout a chariot A big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot
Good Lord wichita Sure hope Samson ain’t no low dog Redneck you better out run him Damn sure don’t wanna get caught
Crime what crime we was all hopped up on new wine And mama’s gonna kill us If I get kicked out of the choir But you just gotta run them chariots
Good Lord wichita Sure hope Samson ain’t no low dog Redneck you better out run him Damn sure don’t wanna get caught
Crime what crime it was all hopped up on new wine And mama’s gonna kill me If I get kicked out of the choir But you just gotta run them chariots Chariots, chariots
Oh when it’s all over but the shoutin’
Chariots Chariots Chariots … Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
