Swing Low, Sweet Chariot Songtext

von Bill & Gloria Gaither

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Mmm mmm mmm
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Mmm mmm mmm
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Well, I went to the doctor
And the doctor, he said,
Comin' for to carry me home
You got a big old rock that rolls around in your head
Comin' for to carry me home
Well, went to the hospital under the night
Comin' for to carry me home
Well, the nurse cried out,
We done lost the young boy's life
Comin' for to carry me home
Mama, sing,
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
When I got up to heaven,
I mean the pearly gate
Comin' for to carry me home
Well Saint Peter up above,
He said, Ya gotta learn how to wait
Comin' for to carry me home
Well, I woke up the next mornin' with a sweet little sound
Comin' for to carry me home
Well, I woke up the next mornin'
I was six feet underground
Comin' for to carry me home
And I could hear the precher singin' in his futile tone
Comin' for to carry me home
And I screamed out to the Lord,
Don't let me die here all alone
Comin' for to carry me home
Woah
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, (swing low!) sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Yeah...
Now it's comin' for to carry me home
Yes, it was...
Comin' for to carry me home
Yes...
Comin' for to carry me home