The Devil Music Co. - Swing Low

I went to the river
But the current can't carry me
I went to the preacher
But my soul can't be redeemed
I went for my pistol
But the firing pin was a dud
Too much a coward for razors
I can't stand the sight of blood
So swing low sweet chariot
Swing low, come on and take me Home
I'm a killer baby
I didn't get caught so I can't hang
I'm that kind of crazy
That a straight jacket can't contain
Go on and get your rifle
Put a bullet right through my brain
Let me down easy
I Promise I won't feel a thing
So swing low, sweet chariot
Swing low, come on and take me home
well I looked over Jordan and what did I see
coming fore to carry me home
a band of angels coming after me
coming fore to carry me home
well if you get there before I do
coming fore to carry me home
tell all my friends I'm coming too
coming fore to carry me home

Written by:
JUSTIN ANTHONY KAY, MARSHALL DAVID MCKELLAR

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