Sweet chariot you better not swing so low
Cause if you cut too close
You might cut my soul
And Lord knows, And Lord knows
If you cut my soul
That I aint got no where to go.
Sweet chariot you better come to carry me home
Cause I don’t have a ride and I need to go
Toward my kin so I’m not alone
And Lord knows, And Lord knows
If I’m alone
That I aint got no where to roam
Un huh
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