Grateful Dead - Swing low sweet chariot

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Swing low, sweet chariot coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan and what did
I see coming for to carry me home
A band of angels is coming after me,
coming for to carry me home.

If you come to heaven before
I do, coming for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends
I ll be coming there too coming
for to carry me home.

Well I m sometimes up and
I m sometimes down coming for to carry me home,
But I d steal my soul if it ever
were down coming for to carry me home.

Inne utwory

  • Gloria
  • Attics of my life
  • Desolation row
  • Good morning, little schoolgirl
  • All over now
  • I hear a voice calling
  • Push comes to shove
  • Bondi Pier
  • Easy wind
  • Sunrise
  • Cats under the stars
  • Rosemary
  • All along the watchtower
  • They love each other
  • Saint of circumstance
  • I believe
  • Losowe utwory

    Mecca

    I live on the west side
    She lives on the east side of the street
    And though they say that east is east and west is west
    And never the twain shall meet

    Each morning I face her window
    And pray that our love...

    Zebra

    I can be loud man I can be silent
    I can be young man or I could be old
    I can be a gentleman or I can be violent
    I could turn hot man or I can be cold
    I could be just like the calm before the storm boy waiting for all hell...

    Gloria

    Wanna tell you about my baby, you know she comes around
    Just about five feet-four from her head to the ground
    You know she comes around here just about midnight
    she makes me feel so good, she makes me feel alright
    And her name is G.L.O.R.I.A G.L.O.R.I.A
    Gloria I wanna to shout it all night
    Gloria...

    Like father like son

    Like father, like son
    Like father, like son
    Like father, like son

    Don t come on so cocksure boy, you can t escape your genes
    No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes
    Listen good and listen straight, you re not the master...

    In Rio de Janeiro

    Wenn in Rio de Janeiro
    alle Sterne am Himmel steh’n,
    denkt in Rio de Janeiro
    noch kein Mensch an schlafen geh’n

    Von Taverne zu Taverne
    zieh’n wir tanzend durch die Nacht
    Und es klingen die Gitarren
    und der alte Zuckerhut, der lacht...